We brought our camera with us to the hospital. I had dreamed of weary photos of me holding Eloise, exhausted from labor, of Brian bending down next to me laying in the hospital bed, the nurse taking our first out-of-focus photos as a family. But that’s not what happened.
I woke up to see Brian for only a few minutes before he was kicked out due to COVID-19 hospital protocols. And then didn’t see Eloise until hours later — all hooked up to more wires than I could count. Everything was covered with so much grief and sorry, I couldn’t get myself to take the camera out of the suitcase. I didn’t want to remember.
But we’re home now. And that’s what counts.
So even though our first reunion isn’t quite the blissful one I had imagined, I thought it was important to document or first days as a family of three.
So today we did Eloise’s first photoshoot. I’m hoping we’ll look back on these memories and feel glad we took these pictures.






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