I recently discovered on our camera a new setting called Digital Macro. It allows you to take extreme close ups for optimum detail. The downside is that it’s easy to end up with a blurry picture, due to either your subject squirming or an enemy cat pouncing on you while taking the picture. Anyway, here are some shots I made with the Digital Macro setting, which has led to some of my favorite pictures of Ben.
Okay, can I just emphasize two, horrifying words from Kurt’s first post? FAILED EPIDURAL. If there have been two more cringe-worthy, dreadful words strung together, I have yet to hear them. I’ll spare you the gory details about what, exactly, that feels like but suffice to say that I no longer fear Hell. Oy vey…
Ben stayed in a Level 2 nursery, a newborn special care unit designed to care for preemies and newborns who, like Ben, decide to be troublemakers. His stay seemed mostly precautionary, a halfway house of sorts to monitor his breathing, wacky glucose levels, and a bothersome shakiness that was later demoted to “increased jitteriness.” So he was kind of like Tweak from Southpark.
It makes sense to start this blog off with pictures from Ben’s first day of life, delivered as he was into the hands of “Dr. Hottie,” a swarthy Middle Eastern doctor whom Sarah was tempted to leave me for the moment Ben came out. But for whatever reason she decided to stay, and so did Ben, whose overwhelming cuteness put him at risk of becoming the next Lindbergh baby.