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Supporting a friend through new motherhood usually means celebrating small milestones, but 12 photos of a sleeping baby in one day starts testing the definition of “small.”

One friend has spent months responding to a constant stream of baby pictures with polite enthusiasm, even as the volume kept climbing.

What first began as the occasional cute update turned into multiple photos a day, every day, with no sign of slowing down anytime soon.

Eventually, she said something, gently asking to dial it back rather than cut it off completely.

But her hurt friend followed her request with the silent treatment, leaving her wondering if a small request had cost her the entire friendship.

Keep reading for the full story.

AITA for telling my friend to stop sending me pictures of her baby every day?

My friend Sarah had a baby three months ago. She’s a first-time mom and she’s obsessed. I get it. The baby is cute and I’m happy for her.

However, Sarah is starting to take things a bit too far.

But she sends me pictures every single day. Sometimes multiple times. I’ll be at work and get five photos in a row of the baby sleeping, eating, or just lying there.

I’ve been responding with “cute!” or heart emojis just to be nice. But it’s exhausting.

Finally, she lost her patience with Sarah — and this became a huge deal.

Last week she sent me 12 photos in one day. I finally said, “Hey, I love the photos, but can we dial it back? It’s a lot to keep up with.”

She replied, “I’m just excited and wanted to share with my best friend. I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”

She tries to soften her request, but the damage is already done.

She seemed hurt. I said, “I’m not saying stop forever. Just maybe a little less often?”

Now she’s barely sending me anything, and I feel like I ruined something that made her happy.

AITA?

It’s okay to be obsessed with your baby, but not everyone else is going to share that same level of obsession.

What did Reddit have to say?

Maybe there was a more subtle way to go about this.

This user points out that maybe this friend does have some right to be upset.

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This commenter also thinks a steady decline in replies is the right way to go.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about a sister with a bad history who found herself staying in a hotel instead of with family.

Both perspectives both have some merit, according to this reader.

Asking for a friend to stop blowing up your phone is about as gentle as a boundary can get.

Twelve photos in a single day is a lot for anyone to keep up with, even the most doting friend.

With hormones and emotions high, it’s easy for new parents to forget that not everyone experiences their journey the same way they do.

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Benjamin Cottrell

Benjamin Cottrell | Assistant Editor, Internet Culture

Benjamin Cottrell is an Assistant Editor and contributing writer at TwistedSifter, specializing in internet culture, viral social dynamics, and the moral complexities of online communities. He brings a highly analytical, editorial voice to his reporting on workplace conflicts, malicious compliance, and interpersonal drama, with a specific focus on nuanced stories that lack an obvious villain.

As a published author of rhetorical criticism, Benjamin leverages his academic background in human communication to dissect and elevate viral social media threads. Instead of simply summarizing events, he provides readers with balanced, deep-dive commentary into why the internet reacts the way it does. In addition to his cultural reporting, he is an experienced fine art photography essayist and video game reviewer.

When he isn’t analyzing the latest viral debates, Benjamin is usually chipping away at his extensive video game backlog, hunting down the best new restaurants, or out exploring the city with a camera in hand.

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