On March 26th Eleanor Ann came into the world making her my ninth niece/nephew. She’s the second child, but first daughter of my youngest brother and his wife. She is such a cutie donning the signature huge cheeks my brother’s family seem to all have.
When someone in my own family has babies it’s a special treat because not only do I get to photograph the sweet little baby, but I also get to hold them for extended periods of time. Something I don’t (understandably) get to do during my typical newborn sessions. But man holding a baby – it’s heaven. I get while people who don’t get to do it much are so nervous. These tiny little newborn packages. They seem so breakable and delicate. But after holding 80+ babies a year for over a decade – I’ve gotten quite use to it and I love it.
It’s funny really to hold another human like that in your arms. To feel them breathing and moving around, watching them look around. Everything is so brand new to them. A bazillion bits of new information flooding their tiny brains every second. Their lives are unwritten stories full of endless possibilites. What will their personality be like, what will their voice be like, what kind of person will they grow to be? What will their fears be? Their talents? Their interests?
It’s such a brief period of time when babies are held. A fleeting period to reverie and cherish. Not necessarily spent soothing them, nursing them, trying to get them to sleep – just holding them for the simple sake of holding them. Put down the phone, turn off the TV, simply just listen, feel, and be in the moment holding your baby for as long as you can and as often as you can.
Unfortunately, my new niece – like the majority of my family – live over 700 miles away in the Chicagoland area. So I’ll just have to look forward to when I can have some extended baby holding time again.