Two years ago, I was fortunate enough to photograph a beautiful birth. When we knew Dylan was coming, the wonderful mother I photographed, offered to be there for Dylan's birth. The images she captured were instantly more precious to me than any other images.
Dylan's birth was harder for me than my daughter's. Active labor started at 1 am and he was born 6 hrs later...he was 10 1/2 lbs and needed a lot of help coming out. His birth was very quick and there was a little complication. After, I only had memories of the pain and the fear. I absolutely hated that that was what I came away with.
When I saw these pictures, all the beauty of this miraculous event flooded back to me and I cried. I cried for hours. I relived the unwavering support of my amazing birth team. I felt the full impact of the moment he was laid on my chest. I remembered the excitement at the beginning of labor and the unmatched relief at the end. I completely felt all the warmth and love that surrounded me and my baby as we brought him into this world.
I write this urging every single mother to have the births of her children photographed. I can't emphasis how much these gorgeous images impact me every single time I look at them. They bring the love, strength, beauty and miracle of my son's birth back to me. They are a precious precious gift and I share them with you in hopes that this type of photography will become more mainstream. I don't believe there is anything on this earth more beautiful than the birth of a child.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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