My journey into birth photography

January 15, 2015  •  1 Comment

Birth Photography is more than just a job to me....it’s a love, a passion and a beautiful experience that I deeply desire for all parents to have!!

                                            One of the first photos I have of me!

I was a foster. I was adopted at the age of 11.  I loved my parents very much.  The photo above was taken by my dad at my uncle's house. It is when I first rode a horse,actually I think it was one of my first thoughts of having a real family. Until recently at the death of my biological father I  had no photos of me before this point. The first recorded photo of me was when I was 8 years old.

I remember as a child in third grade being given an assignment to bring in a picture of myself as a baby so that we could all play a “guess who” game. I remember feeling so left out because I was the only one in that class that did not have a photo. The teacher made me sit on the side and watch.  This was a very long time ago and I have grown since then, however that one moment defined me. I have always felt that loss of who I am, what I looked like, did I have hair?  all those silly first moments that no one thought to capture of me. Moments that is so important to a parent and child.

When I was 19 years old I had a son. My son was of course is an  amazingly beautiful boy who is now an adult himself.  His birth was the first time I had seen a birth being photographed. The mom next to me had her friend photograph as much as she could with a small Kodak film camera. Of course at the time I thought it was strange, but now as I look back I wish I had someone to give me those moments, you know the moments you forget after that tiny baby is placed in your arms. The drink on the nightstand, the lotion used to sooth away the ache the beautifully playful moments in between with husband and wife, the hallway walks stopping every now and then for a contraction. The family in the waiting room, the list is endless.

My first picture of my son was a generic photo done by the hospital. I was not even with him. It was done in the nursery room and then I was given a list of prices and a small copy of this one picture. I am grateful though to have that one little photo because it was a record of sorts one of a long list of photos I took of my son as he was growing up.

I have finally found a way to heal that missing part of me. And whether I do one birth  a year or 3 births  a month, I know that I am going to continue to find that feeling of passion in each and every birth I am invited to share in. That little bit of healing for me.

So this bog is going to be that starting point for me. As I said before, I am not much of a writer but for me a picture really is worth a thousand words. Especially when it is a mother looking at her child for the first time.  I will do  my best to write some words but you will most likely see lots of photos of beautiful babies being brought into the world. 

                     Thanks for joining me on this journey and I look forward to being apart of the birth of your child. 


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