04/09/2026
Yesterday I went to lift my eldest up for a cuddle after school, the way I always have, and realised I couldn't do it anymore. He's just too big now. Somewhere along the way it happened and I didn't even notice the last time I picked him up was the last time.
Nobody warns you about that part.
When they're newborn, everyone tells you to sleep when the baby sleeps and take lots of photos. But in the thick of it, the broken nights and the endless feeds, it's impossible to believe you'll ever forget a single second.
And then you blink.
The sleepy weight on your chest. The tiny curled fingers. That funny little newborn squeak they only make for a few short weeks. It softens into memory so much faster than you expect.
That's the part I love about what I do. Not just the photos, but holding onto a few moments from a chapter that feels endless while you're in it and impossibly brief once you're through it. Because one day it's a newborn on your chest, and then somehow it's a great big schoolchild you can't quite scoop up anymore.
So if you're deep in it right now, whether that's a 3am feed or a bleary early morning with a baby on you, I see you. It's exhausting and beautiful all at once. Take the photo. Even the messy phone one. One day you'll be so glad you did. ๐ค
