Baby, Life

About That Picture…

A few days ago, I posted this photo on social media of Emmanuelle touching my belly.


I received really kind comments from close friends, family and strangers alike (thank you!!)

“Such a sweet pic.”

“What an incredible moment.”

“Too cute.”

“Beautiful moment.”

But let’s keep it real here. While I love this photo as well, it really wasn’t a moment at all! (Ok, maybe a super tiny one… that lasted 0.045 seconds.) Unfortunately, it’s also misleading because it doesn’t at all reflect the kind of evening we had!

Let me provide a bit of context…

After work, I wanted to take a quick photo of my stomach because I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy and I don’t have nearly as many shots this time around, as I did with Emmanuelle. I keep forgetting to document this amazing journey and the growth of baby #2. So, before changing into my pj’s, I took out my phone and started snapping selfie after selfie. But I didn’t like any of them. They were either blurry, or the background was crooked, or I didn’t like the expression on my face.

Meanwhile, Emmanuelle was tired, ready for bed, and running out of patience by my feet. So I pulled her up on the counter and saw an opportunity to ‘create’ a moment. But if you’re a parent, you know kids and photos just don’t mix. You need to take about 30 bad ones to get a single decent one.


So I tried holding her in my arms; then I asked her to hug my belly; then to touch it. After many failed attempts… finally a decent shot.

And just a few minutes after this seemingly ‘precious’ moment… my make up was off, my hair was up and I was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and shorts.

Emmanuelle had a series of meltdowns and refused to go down. She cried on and off for two hours. We had to go back in her room four times to calm her down. She didn’t fall asleep until almost 10 pm.

By that point, I was wiped. It was bedtime. And my hopes for a relaxing evening had gone up in smoke.

I don’t want to take anything away from the picture. It’s super endearing and I really appreciate your comments! I’m just saying that the photo was a lot ‘prettier’ than the experience itself. While it might have ‘looked’ nice, it felt like a lot of work to make it look like that.

And that’s what I sometimes hate about Instagram. What a depressing social medium it can be…

Those perfectly posed, perfectly edited images that have the power to distort reality!

How easily they can fool us, and leave us feeling unsatisfied with our own experiences. They suck me in too, believe me.

Wow, this user has such a clean, well-decorated home.

How does she make her food look so appetizing?

They must have money if they’re taking a beautiful vacation like that.

How is it possible to be that photogenic?

They are so perfect for each other!

I wonder how she can afford a brand new outfit everyday.

It’s in our nature to compare. As one close friend recently put it… “Instagram will be the death of me!”

I’m not saying those Instagram users are doing anything wrong or that they’re being disingenuous. Not at all. It’s fun to be creative, to experiment and to put some thought into your photos. I follow many users specifically because I love how artistic and flawless their pictures are. I just think we need to have some perspective… in case those images start to make us feel like the world of others is better and more beautiful than our own.

A good friend sent me a text message after she saw my photo. She made fun of my caption which read: 33 weeks going on 43. I’m ready for you baby and so is your big sister.

While it’s true that I’m SO done with being pregnant, I am anything but ready for this baby. My friend called my bluff. “Ready??? Do you have a house? A crib? A name? That must be wishful thinking!”

Emmanuelle isn’t ready either! She doesn’t even know what a little sister is and how the new baby will drastically change our family. None of us do.

But that’s the beauty of real life, which we don’t share nearly often enough! Unpredictable and unfiltered.