The story: Liam was 2 1/2 days old and still in the NICU. He had just finished screaming bloody murder as I had just unsuccessfully attempted to feed him for the first time since the nurses failed to inform me that I could have tried the day he was born (being naive is painful sometimes). The episode ended in him falling asleep exhausted in my arms and the look on my face is pure despair that I cannot provide for my sweet baby.
Not knowing the story, most think it just a sweet picture. For me, this picture fully conveys all I was feeling and experiencing at that time as a new mother. Clearly I remember that first rocky week of his life and my anxiety at having to leave him in the hospital and then the unbridled joy when I finally got to take him home and my life forever being changed and enriched by being his mother.