I do not expect anyone to be as interested in my child as my husband and I are, except maybe her grandparents. I don’t update every day, but I do have Facebook albums dedicated to each month and regularly add in my favourite photos. I figure that my friends and family can look or change their news feed to not see them if they are not interested.

Yesterday, I found out one of my friends had downloaded “Unbaby Me” to avoid seeing pictures of my child on Facebook. If you are unfamiliar with the Google chrome extension, which I was until just yesterday myself, it is something that changes any pictures of babies into other things. Basically it works by using key words on photo captions to block out the photo, and you can also add your own words to ignore.  Apparently she had been turning my daughter and my family into cats for quite some time.

At first I was angry at this friend as I realized that not only had she done this, but had also joked about doing it to people behind my back. I felt like a fool. But then the anger quickly subsided. I never expected this friend to be thrilled that I was having a baby. She openly admits to hating children quite regularly, but I guess I had always thought that maybe my child, the child of her best friend, would be an exception to the rule. My anger turned to hurt.

The hurt went all the way back to almost ten months ago. You see, I don’t have that many photos of my daughter in the first little while after we left the hospital. In those early days, I really struggled. In a fog of baby blues, I was that mom that was sobbing into my pillow trying to figure out which way was up. I was the person who longed to be pregnant again. I was the one that loved my daughter so intensely but felt like such a failure because I couldn’t seem to make her happy. I cried and screamed through breastfeeding as it hurt me. I wanted help so badly and yet wouldn’t let anyone close enough to even hold my baby. I had to do it myself; I had to fix things.  I was in a dark place that I never thought was possible.

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I remember so clearly writing those first updates and posting those few pictures up on Facebook that first month. People wanted to see her and oo and ah and all I wanted to do was hide. I couldn’t find the positive, couldn’t see all the amazing love that I had for that wonderful little baby girl. I looked at those photos and saw and felt nothing.


The photo above is a capture of a beautiful moment in time and  it is one of my favourites. When I look at it, I can feel the frustration that I felt at that moment. I had a baby who was refusing to sleep. I am holding Norah to my chest because I was scared that if I let her go, she would cry and might never stop. This was mere moments before I burst into tears and told my husband to tell the photographer to go home because we were never going to have nice photos of our family. However even though I know how stressed I felt in this moment, I look at it now and I love that she is peaceful on my chest. I can feel her little body clinging to me and just wanting that comfort that only a mother can provide.  To me she seems like she is tucked in telling me, it’s okay Mom; it’s going to be fine, just wait and see.

As time passed and I dutifully took these photos every month, I started to pull out of the haze. Things started to become clearer. I felt better about my new role as Mom and I started to look at those photos as a reminder of the good moments — the smiles, the joy and the love that I felt for my daughter. Now looking back, I see those photos of me holding my daughter not as a Mom who didn’t love, but a Mom who loved too much and hadn’t learned how to share it yet. I believe with all of my heart that my photos of my daughter help me have constant reminders of the good times when they start to become hidden behind the struggles.

I am sure my friend had no idea that I would be so affected by something she thought was funny. But when she decided to change the photos of my child, I went momentarily back to that place where things were mixed up and unhappy. I love the quote : “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”