The Great Facebook Flood of 2014

So, with social networking being what it is nowadays, everyone can stay connected at any point of any single day. Among these social sites, Facebook is the top dog of connectedness. (Apparently that's not a real word but I'm being a rebel and ignoring the squiggly red line of spelling disapproval. Ha! Take that!)

Add a smart phone to the equation and you can literally take a crap and post about it instantaneously. With a picture. And tag your bestest buddy Bob who will think that's totally hilarious. (Although just because you can, doesn't mean you should. So just say NO to poo poo pics!) Sometimes this level of of access can be fantastic. Particularly if it involves a great sale, a great party, or traffic reports. Sometimes, however, there are people on Facebook that you wonder if you can block without them noticing and hurting their feelings.

I'm pretty sure I've become one of those people this week.

Since the baby is still being cared for in the NICU, (Which seriously sounds much scarier than it can be. Not that it's not scary but just saying NICU brings terrifying images of  tubes and wires and monitors.) I have been updating my friends and family of the progress via social networking. In essence, I've become a Facebook junkie. A repeater post offender. (That's when people post a ton of things and clog your feed.) A status updating obsessive compulsive freak.

I take about a dozen new pictures of the baby and post at least 1 (or 3) daily with an update about how he's doing. The problem is this: a one day old baby looks a whole heck of a lot like a two day old baby, or a three day old baby, or a four, five, six.....and so on and so forth. If you think about it, I'm really just posting the same picture every day. And it's not like he's big enough to be really interesting right now. He's brand spanking new so he eats, sleeps, poops, and repeats. If you want to get technical, there are really only two picture possibilities: awake or sleeping.

And how many different ways can you say that's a cute baby? How many pleasant platitudes can you think up that say "Your situation kind of sucks right now but day-um that's one cute ass baby and you're totally in our thoughts and prayers!" (Well, how many ways other than that?) How many times do you have to click the thumbs up "like" button before you're done being deluged by baby photos? "Ugh, she's posting another baby picture of her sad NICU baby! What can I say today to be supportive and uplifting? What did I say yesterday? When is she going to stop tormenting me with these things?" (This is what I imagine my Facebook friends saying.)

Of course, please don't think I'm going to stop. That's not my intention at all. If you don't like pictures of brand new, shiny human beings (even ones that need some help with medicine right now) then that's your problem. Me? I'm going to stare at pics of that sweet little face until I get the overwhelming urge to share him with the world. Or at least the contents of my Facebook friends list.