I remember it like yesterday. I was getting our 2 girls breakfast while my husband was getting his shoes on to leave for work and my phone rang. It was my sister, who was almost 2 weeks past her due date. They were headed to the hospital and things were moving along at a good pace. Contractions were 1-2 minutes at just under 4 minutes apart. At her 36 week appointment she was already 3cm dilated and almost fully effaced. She was told to have her bags packed and ready. She waited, every day, for over 5 weeks.
We quickly loaded up the girls and headed out the door. I had my camera packed and ready every night sitting by the front door. I dropped my girls off with a sweet friend and made my way to the hospital, which happened to be just 2 minutes from where my kiddos were staying.
The room was quiet and the lights were dim. Miriah was walking back and forth across the length of the room. I got my stuff placed in a corner and for the next few hours I watched my sister let her body do something only a woman can do. Watching my brother in law care for her and help her showed me the side that only she knew. The side of a man that only their partner knows. Capturing some of those moments was a memory I will never forget and forever cherish.
I will let the pictures tell you the rest of the story.
Getting to witness my sister become a mom was one of the greatest moments of my life. I am so grateful and honored that I was able to capture this amazing occasion for her.
When she viewed the photos and told me several times that she didn’t remember certain moments, or didn’t even see her husbands face before me showing her, or didn’t know he had kissed her forehead during those hard pushing moments. That is why I love birth photography. Being able to give families moments they had forgotten, and some they didn’t even know about.
Welcome to the world, little Addison. You have made me a proud older sister and one smitten aunt!!