I recently shared a post about my session with my friend Linda and her (growing) family at their cabin in PA (check those images out here). And although I loved those photos, I consider these the true pièce de résistance.
Not long after Devon was born in December, he was showing signs of lung trouble. Nothing major came of it, but about a month ago he was sick again. Linda is such a trooper; when telling me about little Devon’s ordeal, she seemed so collected as she wrote:
“He was having a lot of trouble breathing and his heartbeat was all over the place and his skin was really blotchy. They checked him for RSV the flu, pneumonia – all negative. Then they thought he had a problem with his heart so they called in an echocardio gram. It was normal. No fever. They also gave him a bag of fluids cause he wasn’t eating. So once he was able to breath normally and his heartbeat was normal they let us go home.”
Here’s a photo by Linda of Devon, about three hours before he was released from the hospital:
Which brings me to the next point. Linda really wanted to do a session with baby D before daddy gets back. She wanted to surprise him (sweet, yes?) with the pics when he gets home. So as soon as Devon was better, we set up a session on one of those 60-degree February days we’ve been having, hoping to head outside. Well all baby D wanted to do was eat. He’s putting some of the weight he lost while sick, so I don’t blame the little guy.
And then – finally – the thing photographers hope for the most for a newborn session: sleep. Glorious, deep, malleable baby sleep. Linda was so patient through it all. It helped that I wasn’t rushing off anywhere, and we had time to wait for him to fall asleep. The waiting really paid off.
I adore how his right cheek is all squished up!