It has been a long time since I photographed a newborn. I had forgotten how little they are, how soft and delicate. How sweet they smell (which is somewhat surprising given all the vomiting) and how easy they are to photograph.
Newborns. Itty bitty. Pure and pliable. Pick them up and hold them, then put them down again. Move them and change their clothes, then move them again. They sleep a while then wake up, then fall asleep again. They follow you with wide eyes. Wiggle your fingers and they’ll shift their gaze. It’s effortless and fun, gratifying and uncomplicated.
Not to be forgotten are the booties knitted by Nanna, the heirloom teether. A dress from her big sister, a blanket from a close friend. Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Hands balled into fists. Little details too easily overlooked in a mother’s sleep-deprived fog. All things to cherish. All things to remember.