I'll never forget that night. The night you came into the world and took your first and very difficult breath. Your mama was so strong (although her vocals said otherwise). She called me at 10:50pm saying you were on your way. It was just the beginning, it could be all night. I said I'd try to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't. I slept on the couch in my clothes so I could leave quickly. At 11:50 I texted that I was attempting sleep, but it wasn't going well. The adrenaline was too much. I knew you were coming and I was so excited to be there. Then at 12:50, I got a text. 7cm at Methodist, call Art. So I did. I called your Papa to see how it was going. Clearly I needed to leave now because you would be here soon. I arrived at 1:08. Navigating through the quiet hallways from the parking ramp to the room seemed to take forever. I wanted to run, but my camera and bags weighed me down. The elevator was stuck, so I took the stairs. Soon, I found your mama. Not happy about the pain, but so strong and so able and so ready to meet you. Your papa was there trying to help, but knowing there wasn't much he could do. Your grandma was there, tears streaming down her face as she also felt helpless to take away the pain. Soon it was time to push. 1:15am. Your mama just wanted you out. It hurt, but she knew it was temporary. 1:25am your beautiful head emerged, but with a cord snuggly around your neck. Your body followed and you let out one large scream and then silence. A scary silence. After a quick peak you needed a little help, but it was just a little and soon you were telling the world that the bright lights were not what you were used to. You longed for the touch of your mother. Your papa cut the cord skillfully. And soon you were in the arms of your mama and eating soon at her breast. She laughed that she didn't know what else to do to comfort you so she did what she knew best, holding you. You soon snuggled in the arms of your papa and studied him and your grandma too. Not sure who they were but knowing the comfort they brought. You cried during all the weighing and measuring, but only a hand was needed to soothe you, just the slightest touch. Soon, my job was done. The whole time I was shaking with excitement and emotion. I had tears streaming down my face. I had no idea if my camera was in focus or not, but just that I was there and that was an amazing thing. Thank you Ali and Art, you are amazing friends to allow me to share in such a moment with you both. I'll be forever connected to you both and to Adam and I am grateful for that. Enjoy my story in photos.
*Bliss Photography currently offers a Bliss Beginning session in the first 48hours following your birth. I do not currently offer traditional birth photography, but hope to in the future!