Cayden’s Quilt
I’ll never forget the look on the nurse’s face the day I was told I could bring Cayden some clothes to wear and I showed up with a wardrobe. She was a bit shocked, but then helped me accommodate his new clothes by finding him a little drawer set.
As you can imagine, when clothes are one of the few things you can provide for your baby, you go a little nuts and buy a few too many. How many? Fifty-seven to be exact. Yep, 57 little preemie outfits that he wore. This doesn’t count a few things he didn’t wear and the micro-preemie clothes we bought but he was unable to wear.

I knew I wanted to keep all of his preemie things; they are full of memories, but what good do they do sitting in a space bag besides not taking up too much space? So, I got this grand idea that I would make Cayden a keepsake quilt from his preemie clothes.
Yes, me. Me, the one who has self taught all sewing skills to herself and knows nothing about quilting. A little ambitious. Okay, a lot.
Thank you Google for putting me in touch with great information, forums, local quilt shops, and blogs chalk full of information! I bought a few items and got out the little outfits and put them back up again. I couldn’t cut up his outfits. Then I tried again and before I knew it, I was a cutting machine. It was liberating in a way I can’t describe to cut up the outfits. I cut out as many 4×4 squares as I could from each outfit (typically one) and then put the appliques and special sayings to the side. I saved his first outfit.
How many squares do you think I needed to make a small quilt? I’ll save you the trouble. I needed 160 squares. 160 squares?? You don’t have to be a math major to realize that one square from each outfit is only going to get me 57 squares. Yep, just a few shy of 160. I’m not a magician, so I had to come up with a plan.
I thought about it and decided that I would cut up the receiving blankets, and cloth newborn and preemie hats he wore, as well as, one of his snugglies he slept on in NICU. I added a few squares of coordinating colors to balance the colors and I had just enough squares. Whew!


Then came the piecing. Nate helped me balance a few squares and get everything lined up just right. I cheated and used quilters grid fusible interfacing. I ironed those bad boy squares on in rows. Sixteen rows of ten squares to be exact. Our little folding tables are still a bit miffed that I ironed on them, as they continue to be a bit “puffed” up on the edges.

The interfacing stabilized the knits and made sewing much easier. I stitched seams and screwed that up, and had to adjust for my mistakes. Once that was done, the internet advised that all I had to do was baste the quilt, quilt it and then bind it. Uhm, what? It was like a foreign language. Thankfully, quilters love to blog about quilting and I learned a bit of the language. I figured I’d be done in a week. No problem! Sure, Tami.
Foolish newbie.
What a cruel joke it is to make so many fabulous fabrics and expect one person to pick one to be the back of the quilt. Let’s not even talk about binding and quilting options. What’s a girl to do? Well, this one grabbed her co-worker/friend Kristen, who knows nothing about sewing, and took her to Hobby Lobby. After wandering through the fabric and questioning the fabric lady, we came to an agreement on backing and binding and purchases were made.
Those that know me know that I’m a bit indecisive at times and am prone to change my mind a ridiculous amount of times before I settle on just the RIGHT thing. Apparently, that carries over to sewing and quilting in my little world. I finally decided that I wanted color on the back. Why not quilt the color there? Duh! My hand dandy walking foot on my sewing machine would be perfect. All I had to do was switch threads as needed. Simple, right? Wrong, dead wrong. I made my little quilt sandwich, as advised, and quilted until I got it just right, but I couldn’t make it happen on THE quilt.
Then a brilliant idea hit me – hand quilting! Why didn’t I try that before? We went on vacation and I bothered everyone I could about his quilt and asked their opinions on my new idea. Still didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I gave it a shot.Yep, that didn’t work out well either.
Once we got home, I was determined to finish this quilt. I suckered this lovely lady into helping me find binding and listening to my quilting ideas at the fabric store and found the perfect binding. I got home and set out to bind this quilt via online tutorials. I messed that up and had to start over.
First attempt

Six hours of hand stitching the binding to the back and a bit of sleep, I headed out to Hobby Lobby with Cayden in tow to get matching embroidery floss to hand tie the quilt. Mistake 5,000. Cayden had a meltdown in the store. It was very unlike him. He threw goldfish all over the floor, chewed and unchewed. (Yes, Mom, I picked it all up.) I offered to buy him yarn to no avail. As if that wasn’t enough, he tried to snatch some ladies purse as she shopped for yarn in front of our cart! He screamed like I was hurting him. I swear I wasn’t. Then we started getting sympathy looks, so I had to leave. We got to the car and he was fine. Figures.

It took me another week to hand tie and match the gazillion blues, but I finished! It was worth ALL of it. I love it! I can look at his quilt and remember him in the outfit and even recall emotions I was feeling at the time, more often than not. I hope Cayden will love it as much as I do and know that even though it isn’t perfect, it was made with pure love. I hope it will be a reminder to Cayden of just how far he has come and the blessing that he is.


Tami
P.S. I’ll get some pictures of Cayden with his new quilt now that it has been washed. Stay tuned!
