Last Sunday I went to a friend’s house and snapped some photos for her and her husband of their week-old baby. I arrived right after Baby Simmons had been fed, and she was content for most, if not all, of the time I was there. We were amazed at how she let us position her, and laughed at the weird grins and frowns that came from Baby Dreamland.
Looking back, I wish I had thought to pull away and snap a shot of what happened when I was starting to finish up. See the photo below? She’s snoozing happily, limbs completely limp, and her dad is holding her with his hand.
What you cannot see is the massive trail of pee. Oh, that girl let it go. Dad Simmons got soaked from his forearm all the way through two or three layers of shirts. It practically pooled up on his shirt there was so much. I kept snapping, trying not to laugh – they were laughing, he was trying to avoid the flood, and she slept soundly through it all.
Note to self: next time go for the shots that will tell The Rest of the Story. Being able to spend time with these babies and families in the past few months has been such a wonderful experience – but sometimes I forget to step back and capture the story of real life, pee and all.