Стульчик-шезлонг "Baby Bouncer Babybus Pink"

I hadn’t been in Isabella’s room in over a year. “Oh how sweet.” Carrie was behind me, glancing over my shoulder at the nursery, all set up still, ready and waiting. Mason’s mother had wanted to take it all down when I was still in the hospital and I’d told him I would kill her if she did. He’d somehow managed to stop her. I think it was the one and only time he’d said ‘no’ to his parents, aside from making the decision to marry me in the first place. And so it had stayed for the past year and a half. “It looks like Pepto-Bismol threw up in here.” I looked around at all the pink-the walls, the comforter in the crib, the stuffed animals lined up on the windowsill. “Why did I buy so much pink?” It wasn’t just me, though. Once we’d seen the ultrasound and had announced it would be a girl, nothing arrived in any other color. “What happened?” Carrie asked gently, looking at the picture on the dresser-a tiny baby on a pink blanket, eyes closed, mouth slack, so obviously lifeless. “Isabella.” I breathed her name. How long had it been since I’d spoken it out loud? I turned to open the closet, giving myself something to focus on. “She was stillborn.” “Oh no.” Behind me, Carrie gasped. “Dani, she’s so beautiful ...»