I always see those cute newborn pictures hanging in all of the portrait studio windows at the mall, at Babies R Us, etc. So, I thought that would be cool and called Kiddie Kandids to set up an appointment (Brady was 6 days old at the time). I thought they would be backed up and we would have to wait a couple of weeks, but to my surprise they said "Can you come tomorrow?" I thought about it for about 2 seconds and said "Sure!"
So, the next day we give Brady a bath, get him all dressed up and head over to Kiddie Kandids. They started doing the pictures and everything was going great and then the photographer looks at me and says "I can't believe you already have him out". Then, like a tidal wave, it hit me...as I looked over at Brady who was naked as a blue jay on a blanket that Im sure thousands of snotty nose kiddos have sat on before, the worst feeling of guilt just came over me. I mean, he's only a week old, what was I possibly thinking?
So, the photographer (who, poor thing, has no idea what she has just happened in my head) continues to take his picture but I interrupt her and say, "I think we're done...we'll order some pictures later" and just like that we were out of there. I cried the whole way home. I was convinced that I had done major permanent damage to Brady by having him out that early. As soon as we got home I called the pediatrition and confessed my horrible mothering. The nurse was so sweet and talked me through it and assured me that everything was going to be OK.
So, that was it, my first meltdown as a mom. I'm over it now and Im pretty sure that raging hormones had something to do with this whole episode. Now its kinda funny, but at the time it wasn't. Finally the other day we went back and ordered some pictures and they even gave us a CD with the pics on it, so now I can share them with you.



