“For all the things my hands have held
The best by far is you”
-Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
I create photography because I have an undying passion for families and capturing individual beauty and love. Along with that passion, I have a sacred reverence for birth and the bringing of new life. I was thrilled when Bethany asked me to photograph her birth…. and a little nervous because it was my first time photographing one!
When the time finally came, I began the winding drive to the hospital, noticing the changing leaves and bright sun filtering through. It was a beautiful day for a new baby. I opened the door to room 6, and found Bethany already creating a quiet, focused, patient energy throughout. I slipped in and quietly began my job as fly on the wall. Her labor was a quick one, only 3 hours, and I won’t give a play by play, but I do want to note a few memories to help me remember this exhilarating, rewarding experience.
-The love I witnessed between Bethany and her husband was one of the most palpable, pure connections of support I have ever witnessed. He was there before, during, and after she needed him, and she relied so beautifully on him to help carry her through each contraction.
-The way Bethany crossed her feet while kneeling through the contractions. She wore pretty blue slippers and it reminded me of all the ways she prepared the space: soothing music, relaxing scents, piles of pillows.
-The involuntary tears that streamed down my face and onto my camera as I snapped shots of Bethany with her new babe for the first time ever. Families are divine.
I stayed for about an hour after the birth, and then quietly slipped out into the sunny, crisp autumn day. Invigorated and renewed. And anxious to go snuggle my little girl as long as she would let me… and then maybe a few seconds more.