My iPhone suffered a tragedy last month at the hands of Liam (in the form of a very cracked screen). It actually had handled dozens of worrying tumbles, onto restaurant floors, out of the stroller, and even once onto a cobbled stone pathway, with little to no damage. The one that finally got it didn’t seem worse than the others — in fact, I was shocked to find, after recovering it from the floor, that the screen had been shattered. Liam had batted it out of my hand onto our hardwood floor, and I had expected it to survive, but it didn’t.
Well, after a month of “refurbishing” (which actually came out in our favor, they either couldn’t or didn’t actually refurbish it, apparently I got an all new one) and the addition of a new, expensive and very tough case, I have it back.
I don’t think I’ve ever become so dependent on any kind of technology so quickly. I had already become accustomed to being able to check my email while holding a sleeping baby, check the weather on my way out the door, navigate anywhere from anywhere else, translate anything I needed to and always have a camera in my pocket. It’s a miracle I survived the month without it.
I am so glad to have it back.