Hello,
I'm looking for some voices of reason please; gently spoken if you would as feeling fragile.
I had our third baby in April and my husband took great care in photographing it all this time around, albeit just with an iphone. The photos were so precious as I'd not managed to photograph the last two births. Fast forward to August - by which time there is a whole summer's worth of family photos - and my iphone died without any warning.
To my horror, being the technophobe that I am, the photos were not backed up to icloud like I'd thought (nor itunes / a storage device).
I've sent it to a specialist data recovery company on the recommendation of an Apple Genius Bar employee and they've informed me today that recovery is impossible owing to a 'faulty NAND chip'.
I have had 5 weeks to prepare for this final worst outcome with it, but still it hurts. I have no one to blame but myself and it's one of my most stupid mistakes to date. I blame being a) a technophobe and b) caught up in having a new baby, a glorious summer and hosting the inlaws here from Oz.
Do photographs really matter more than memories which I'll always have? It's not like I'd have framed them right?
I feel very very blessed in life to have met my wonderful husband and have three healthy children. I am trying to rationalise by reminding myself of the atrocities happening right now all over the world and that people lose actual family members all the time / are faced with serious illness / death / lose all of their worldly belongings in floods or fires.
It's not making it any easier.