With many thanks to my dear mom, who kept snapping away on the camera, all the while lamenting that she really couldn't see anything and hoped that a couple of photos would be alright. Her reward for such diligence is that I forgot to get a photo of her holding Gemma at the baptism...in fact, she didn't even get to hold Gemma at the baptism.
Mea maxima culpa. I hate the postpartum fog. God, I know, will forgive me. I hope mom will, too!