Be Good-at-Backups

I wouldn’t want to advise you to be bad at backing things up.

But I was.

Kind of.

This is a public service announcement – back your stuff up.

Last week I left Little L’s side, where I’d been snapping some photos, and walked towards the bathroom – checking my emails at the same time.

I deleted one.

Nothing happened.

My phone was frozen.

So I pressed the power button.

The phone started to reboot…

and then froze again.

I found Axel and asked him about the situation. He quickly looked it up online and reported that my phone had a known issue called bootlegging or bootstrapping or looping boots or something.

It was booting and rebooting. It was a loop.

You can make up your own name for that.

Although this was called a “known issue,” no one from Samsung had thought to notify us that this might happen. I guess they kept the knowledge for themselves.

Axel proceeded down a myriad of options to try to fix my phone, including borrowing Joanie and Wendel’s PC and taking the phone apart and using a hairdryer.

You see, it just wasn’t that convenient to have a new baby and have your phone crash.

Not that Little L minded… too much.

Were my photos backed up? Thank goodness I had recently started backing them up to Google Photo! (Thank you to friend Lisa who works in tech for recommending online backups!).

It’s unclear if Google Photos backed up all of my photos, but most of them seem to be there. Plus, good thing Axel really likes Little L; he’s got tons of photos of her on his phone too.

Hopefully he’s backing them up.

What about my texts? I had at least five unanswered messages. But I don’t know who they were from.

Bad etiquette on my part.

If I didn’t answer your text last week, please resend it.

Axel found an old phone of mine and put my SIM card in so that I wasn’t without a phone in the days it took to get the new phone ordered and delivered.

That’s right; keeping something old actually resulted in something positive.

I know; I was shocked too.

So back your stuff up.

And I’ll begrudgingly suggest that you keep an old phone — just one — on hand in case you suddenly need it.