On February 3rd I had, hands-down, one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
I’ve had a child of my own and have experienced labor. It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t pretty, and (for me) it did not render that glowy, happy, joyful experience of seeing your baby for the first time and smiling and crying tears of joy as you take in this miracle in front of you that’s been growing in your belly for 9 months.
My labor was NOT that. After laboring, un-medicated, for 10 hours and fully dilated and pushing for an hour and a half, I could barely stay awake between pushes, much less actually being alert enough to grasp the emotion of the experience of seeing my daughter for the first time. My experience was more like “Thank GOD she’s out. Is she ok. Good. I have to sleep.” And it wasn’t until my body had been able to rest that I was able to really see the beauty of that little person that had been inside me. And THAT labor story doesn’t even touch some of the other Momma’s I know.
So for me, labor was NOT beautiful. And labor was NOT something that I would ever dream of photographing. And that joyfulness of seeing your baby for the first time, seconds after being delivered and being happy about having just delivered… was a myth. Labor sucks. And frankly, I did not want to witness another women going through labor, much less photograph it.
But, my dear friend Katie…. My sweet, wonderful friend Katie…. who would give you the shirt off her back…. and would do anything for you… asked me the unthinkable….. “Would you photograph my birth?” I wanted to yell NO WAY JOSE´ and hang up the phone.
But for my dear friend Katie…. who I know would do anything for me, I had a different response… with my teeth clinched, I told her yes… So on February 3rd, I arrived at the hospital to begin documenting the experience of birthing Katie and Robbie’s surprise gender child. They had held out the entire pregnancy from finding out the gender and the excitement was high as we were SO close to finding out who was inside that belly afterall.
Robbie brought in their two daughters to give hugs and kisses to Momma before go-time and then… it was go-time. With the guidance of her midwife, Ashley Williams (who is FANTASTIC, ladies!), her husband and her mother, Katie got to work bringing that baby home.
She pushed, and pushed, and pushed. And could not push anymore. And baby was making little progress. So it was time to consider a C-section. Thankfully, the amazing staff allowed me and my camera to come in for the C and be with Katie and Robbie through the whole experience!
Katie and Robbie had a baby BOY and his name is Hudson :-)
Being a part of this experience with my friend Katie (who is also a stellar photographer!), gave me a new outlook on birth. It is beautiful.. And when I look back on my own labor experience: It wasn’t pretty to me but I know that it must’ve been beautiful because that little bundle is 3 years old now and sitting in my lap coloring as I type this blog. And that certainly is beautiful to me. I’d do it a million times over if it would deliver my Evie to me each time.
I’m honored to have been a part of watching baby Hudson make his way into the world to surprise his family. I’ve watched this family and Katie’s talent grow over the last couple years and I’m grateful everyday for their presence in my life. I’ve learned so much from them as friends and from Katie as one of the strongest and most determined women I know. I look up to her in so many ways.
So, you might be asking, am I going to start incorporating Birth Photography in my business? NO WAY JOSE´. So don’t ask. Lol!
But the staff over at Albemarle Hospital and the Myrick Family have graciously given me permission to share these images with you and I hope they touch your heart and remind you how beautiful birth truly is. And of course a biggest congrats to the Myrick Family on welcoming their 3rd child! You’ll be seeing a newborn session with this family real soon :-)
Always be Joyful.
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