This gorgeous nursery is blowing up on Reddit (and we found all the products!)

I have four kids and I've decorated four nurseries so, in my opinion, the key is to mix understated furnishings with a few overstated "pop" items. In one nursery, I implemented a floor-to-ceiling jungle decal mural that took me weeks to install by hand while I was in my third trimester. (Yes, it was my first child and yes, it was a rental!)

For another, I had two big horizontal stripes on one wall, creating a low-key focal point that was interesting, but not overly cute or babyish. (Yes, this was my fourth child and I realized the room needed to grow with her!)

Point being: I know a thing or two about decorating a room for baby. But every once in a while, a nursery stops simply stops in you in your tracks. And one that is currently trending on Reddit did just that to me. Awash in the most perfect, gender-neutral tone of green (its Thai Basil by Behr, FYI), Redditor @jklami29 posted a photo of her sublime nursery to the BabyBumps Reddit community, and the result is is bohemian but modern, sweet but not overly so.

Here's what the nursery looks like—you can shop each product by clicking on it.

Kate and Laurel Sylvie Elephant with Raised Trunk Animal Print Portrait Framed Canvas Little Seeds Monarch Hill Brass CribThe Mini Scout Baby Girl Garden Floral SheetThreshold Fiddle Leaf Fig Plant in PotHebensi Floating Wall Shelves 3 Tier Geometric Diamond Wall Decor ShelfWrought Studio Chloris Diamond Ceramic Hanging PlanterBungalow Rose Hester Beige/Black Area RugSimply Shabby Chic Faux Silk Pleat Curtain PanelBehr Thai Basil PaintCole & Grey Metal Fur Accent Stool

Upon posting the photo with the caption, "11 weeks to go but her nursery is all set!" the user was flooded with adoring comments—about the paint and errythang else, like that brass crib. Oh my stars, do I love that crib. Situated right at the intersection of old-school and new-school, that crib (which is ridiculously affordable at just $161!) is the stuff nurseries are centered around. And I'm not the only one who is besotted.

"I have been stalking this crib for years! I think this crib is the entire reason I'm pregnant right now," wrote Redditor @mrsparkersfineazz. "This is gorgeous. I love your taste and I especially love the crib and wall color," added @Soflufflybunny.

Beyond the paint and the crib, everything else is on point, too. From the on-trend Moroccan hexagonal shag rug, to the simple elephant print to the hanging planters. We've linked the exact (or nearly-identical) items in the room for you, because if it isn't broken… just copy it!

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I wish someone had told me before how special wearing your baby can be, even when you have no idea how to do it.

My first baby and I were alone in our Brooklyn apartment during a particularly cold spring with yet another day of no plans. My husband was back at work after a mere three weeks of parental leave (what a joke!) and all my friends were busy with their childless lives—which kept them too busy to stop by or check in (making me, at times, feel jealous).

It was another day in which I would wait for baby to fall asleep for nap number one so I could shower and get ready to attempt to get out of the house together to do something, anything really, so I wouldn't feel the walls of the apartment close in on me by the time the second nap rolled around. I would pack all the diapers and toys and pacifiers and pump and bottles into a ginormous stroller that was already too heavy to push without a baby in it .

Then I would spend so much time figuring out where we could go with said stroller, because I wanted to avoid places with steps or narrow doors (I couldn't lift the stroller by myself and I was too embarrassed to ask strangers for help—also hi, New Yorkers, please help new moms when you see them huffing and puffing up the subway stairs, okay?). Then I would obsess about the weather, was it too cold to bring the baby out? And by the time I thought I had our adventure planned, the baby would wake up, I would still be in my PJs and it was time to pump yet again.

Slowly, but surely, and mostly thanks to sleep deprivation and isolation, I began to detest this whole new mom life. I've always been a social butterfly. I moved to New York because I craved that non-stop energy the city has and in the years before having my baby I amassed new friends I made through my daily adventures. I would never stop. I would walk everywhere just to take in the scenery and was always on the move.

Now I had this ball and chain attached to me, I thought, that didn't even allow me to make it out of the door to walk the dog. This sucks, I would think regularly, followed by maybe I'm not meant to be a mom after all.

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I never wanted to be a mom. It wasn't something I ever thought would happen until I fell madly in love with my husband—who knew very well he wanted children. While he was a natural at entertaining our nephews or our friends' kids, I would awkwardly try to interact with them, not really knowing what to say or do.

Our first pregnancy was a surprise, a much-wanted one but also a unicorn, "first try" kind of pregnancy. As my belly grew bigger, so did my insecurities. How do you even mom when you never saw motherhood in your future? I focused all my uncertainties on coming up with a plan for the delivery of my baby—which proved to be a terrible idea when my dreamed-of unmedicated vaginal birth turned into an emergency C-section. I couldn't even start motherhood the way I wanted, I thought. And that feeling happened again when I couldn't breastfeed and instead had to pump and bottle-feed. And once more, when all the stress from things not going my way turned into debilitating postpartum anxiety that left me not really enjoying my brand new baby.

As my baby grew, slowly so did my confidence that I could do this. When he would tumble to the ground while learning how to walk and only my hugs could calm him, I felt invincible. But on the nights he wouldn't sleep—whether because he was going through a regression, a leap, a teeth eruption or just a full moon—I would break down in tears to my husband telling him that he was a better parent than me.

Then I found out I was pregnant again, and that this time it was twins. I panicked. I really cannot do two babies at the same time. I kept repeating that to myself (and to my poor husband) at every single appointment we had because I was just terrified. He, of course, thought I could absolutely do it, and he got me through a very hard pregnancy.

When the twins were born at full term and just as big as singleton babies, I still felt inadequate, despite the monumental effort I had made to grow these healthy babies and go through a repeat C-section to make sure they were both okay. I still felt my skin crawl when they cried and thought, What if I can't calm them down? I still turned to my husband for diaper changes because I wasn't a good enough mom for twins.

My husband reminded me (and still does) that I am exactly what my babies need. That I am enough. A phrase that has now become my mantra, both in motherhood and beyond, because as my husband likes to say, I'm the queen of selling myself short on everything.

So when my babies start crying, I tell myself that I am enough to calm them down.

When my toddler has a tantrum, I remind myself that I am enough to get through to him.

When I go out with the three kids by myself and start sweating about everything that could go wrong (poop explosions times three), I remind myself that I am enough to handle it all, even with a little humor.

And then one day I found this bracelet. Initially, I thought how cheesy it'd be to wear a reminder like this on my wrist, but I bought it anyway because something about it was calling my name. I'm so glad I did because since day one I haven't stopped wearing it.

Every time I look down, there it is, shining back at me. I am enough.

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May this Oath Bracelet be your reminder that you are perfect just the way you are. That you are enough for your children, you are enough for your friends & family, you are enough for everything that you do. You are enough, mama <3


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It's science: Why your baby stops crying when you stand up

A fascinating study explains why.

When your baby is crying, it feels nearly instinctual to stand up to rock, sway and soothe them. That's because standing up to calm babies is instinctual—driven by centuries of positive feedback from calmed babies, researchers have found.

"Infants under 6 months of age carried by a walking mother immediately stopped voluntary movement and crying and exhibited a rapid heart rate decrease, compared with holding by a sitting mother," say authors of a 2013 study published in Current Biology.

Even more striking: This coordinated set of actions—the mother standing and the baby calming—is observed in other mammal species, too. Using pharmacologic and genetic interventions with mice, the authors say, "We identified strikingly similar responses in mouse pups as defined by immobility and diminished ultrasonic vocalizations and heart rate."

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