09/08/2026
I don’t think you can, honestly. Not until they’re the one standing in it.
There’s a version of you that only exists for several weeks. Sore, tired, completely undone, and also somehow the softest you’ll ever look holding this brand new person.
You keep thinking you’ll get a real photo of it eventually, once you feel more like yourself, once the house isn’t a mess, once you’ve slept.
That version of you never comes back the same way.
Your phone catches the baby just fine. The tiny fingers, the sleeping face, all of it. What it doesn’t catch is you actually in the moment with them, because you’re always the one holding the phone.
A few months from now you’re not going to be scrolling back wishing you had one more picture of the baby alone. You’re going to wish you had one clear photo of exactly how they fit against you.
I wrote this blog post reflecting on that exact thing this week and it stuck with me, comment blog for a link.