There she is. My little lamb chop. My baby, Norah. Though at almost 14 months old, I guess I can’t really call her a baby anymore. As she’s grown so.stinkin.fast. and I have to keep reminding myself that she’s now considered a toddler, I have become extra nostalgic. This is a personal post today, though, it’s kind of a ‘do as I say, don’t do as I do’. You see, being a photographer, I figured, “hey, I’m going to photograph my own newborn photos”. For me, I thought it would be more personal (since it’s my craft and artistic outlet) and I wasn’t quite sure how I would be physically feeling after. Dumb. All Dumb. Throughout this blog post will be the 4, yes, 4 photos I have of Norah and I in the entire first two months of her life (most of which are selfies and one of which I look down right frightening).
I never ended up scheduling my newborn photo session. Time waits for no one. I got busy. I didn’t like my hair that day. Etc. Etc. Etc. Even with thousands of dollars worth of equipment and several friends who would have done it, I didn’t schedule it and time went by. If you’re on the fence about scheduling a newborn session, just do it. Let someone else capture your love for your family. Let someone take care of you. Or even a Your First Year package – someone will show up every few months and get the photos as your little grows (and bonus, you get to be in photos! *And they won’t be selfies!) I eventually wised up and set aside the time and hired a photographer to capture my family just as we are and they are absolutely priceless to me. End PSA ;) *But scroll down if you want to see one of my favorite photos of Norah and I as shot by my fab friend Kendra Koman.