It took three times for this West Elm marble coffee table to deliver to our old apartment in tact. That’s six times that Brian and I hauled the table up and down three flights of stairs. So when the baby proofer took one look and said, “Put that into storage until your kid is 16” I refused. Not only did we not put it away, but we padded the sides, covered it with kraft paper, and made it into Mabel’s craft table.
Point being, style doesn’t need to be completely sacrificed for baby… you just may need to make a few accommodations.