I don’t even know where to start with these photos. Mama is a dear friend of mine who lives just a block or so down from me… And baby Jax was long awaited…his due date came and went and the hospitals were too full for inductions, and Jess and I did a LOT of walking to no avail. But after a 3AM call, away we went! 🙂 These photos are almost as moving to me as the few precious photos I have of my own birth.
Many people are puzzled at the concept of birth photography. Lots of “Why?’s” and “Eews” around the board. In other areas of the country, its very much the norm to have your birth photographed. When I was gearing up to have my first, I was in the same boat as the aforementioned masses. But at some point after all the poking and prodding, you just sort of get over it and realize you’re bringing a new soul into the world and why would anyone NOT want beautiful memories of something so precious?
This epiphany comes after the curse-word medley I screamed at my mother while seeing her popup flash go off during the pushing process…but an epiphany I had nonetheless. The photos she took are some of my most precious possesions, not that anyone gets to see them.
But for me, they make my heart soar and ache and melt all at the same time, much like the below photos do.
Jess, I love you.