Nick + April = Love of adventures, road trips, photography, waterfalls, redwoods, fog, fun and laughing. When we found out we were pregnant we didn’t want to find out the gender of baby to be. Instead we talked about what kind of attributes this little person was going to have. It was going to love adventures and us going on our photo journeys would not be interrupted by having a baby. In fact, the baby would love it too! We envisioned bringing the baby with us in the wee hours of the morning and it would sleep quietly in its car seat while we photographed a beautiful sunrise. Admittedly we’d be at a drive by shot, we weren’t sooooo unrealistic to think we’d actually get to hike or walk anywhere. At least not for the first few months. Bahahaha! You can stop laughing now.
My baby is broken. Can she be fixed? What is the return policy? We ordered a baby who likes adventures as much as we do. One who will rally in the car to find the next fun family experience. Because….
EVERYONE said babies sleep in their car seats.
EVERYONE said babies sleep in their wraps and carriers.
EVERYONE said babies sleep in their stroller.
EVERYONE said babies sleep.
Well, we’re still waiting for this mystical unicorn of a baby that sleeps in anything to grace our presence. I beg to differ on the car seat. And the carrier. And the stroller. Our baby is broken, she will not sleep in any of these devises. We made a mad baby that cries in her car seat. And cries in her carrier. And cries in her stroller. And sometimes on a rare day she smiles and giggles to give me just enough hope so I don’t chuck myself out of the window.
It has almost been an entire year since I’ve taken a photo of the great outdoors. That beautiful place that I used to love to frequent and I called my religion, my place to reset and rejuvenate my soul. A YEAR. No wonder I’m losing my mind. And my photo mojo is long gone. It crept away when I got pregnant and I was sentenced to a long winter of nausea and exhaustion on the sofa. When will the photo mojo come back? I’m hoping soon. I feel little inklings of it more frequently now which is exciting. Like I’m almost turning back into a human and the zombie with the bags under her eyes is slowly starting to exit my body that has been trapping it for far too long. Sunrises and sunsets are looking beautiful to me again and I no longer close the curtains so I can’t see them. Is there a clinical name for this exciting transition? Instead of losing my mind, maybe I’m starting to find it.
Now we just need the crying machine to cooperate. She is getting more chatty, cheeky and sassy as the days pass. I’ve given her a performance review and she still needs to focus her efforts on sleeping. Especially when we can’t be home in a dark quiet room. We are planning our first photo adventure since what feels like the beginning of time. And we are taking the kid. Because apparently you have to do that when you are a parent. And we are going big. Like B.I.G. The month of June will be dedicated to road tripping and photographing the south of France and Tuscany. I know. Fun. And so scary with the thought of our broken baby in the back seat. I am riddled with anxiety over the flight, the driving in the car (that is part of road tripping, right?), the sleeping in rental properties and generally everything that comes along with not being in our own space.
So, where does one find the returns department for a baby?