I had a long and difficult labour which ended with an emergency c-section. When I finally went home with our newborn, I was exhausted, to say the least.
Sooo sleep-deprived, still in a lot of pain, and struggling with breastfeeding, photos were the last thing on my mind.
But our lovely friend offered once again (read the first part of the story in the “Why you should definitely have a pregnancy photoshoot” blog entry) to take a few snaps of us at home when our baby was one week old. I didn't have the energy or the right mood to dress up, or even wash my hair. I just wanted to get it over with and take some photos just to put a tick on that. In fact, I think I only did it because our friend insisted. I stayed in my PJs and put my greasy hair up in a bun without caring about how I look.
Just a month later I was so grateful that he took those photos of us! Because my baby was never as small as she was in that moment again.
I'm so grateful I have these photos of us. I have hundreds of photos of my baby on my phone, but none of them are as precious to me as these, where we are all together.
Where I'm still struggling with breastfeeding but I'm doing it, I'm powering through. Where my partner is right next to me like he always has been, and not in a separate photo.
My point is, make sure you document these precious memories, if not for you then for your children. This is your family's history being written. Don't let it be forgotten.