[Thank you all for you your kind comments regarding Amry's birth slideshow. I'm glad that many of you were able to share in such a personal experience with us and I hope it spoke to you in some way.
But now I think it's time to take this memory and tuck it away for our family. I'll leave my post below about my thoughts on birth photography, but just know that if you're reading this for the first time, some of it refers to the slideshow itself and may no longer make sense. Thanks so much!]
I wanted to wait until Lyndsay had finished up the birth images before I posted the birth story. And then I saw the slideshow and well…it speaks for itself. It was beautifully done and captures the day even better than I remember it.
Birth photography has always tugged at my heart. In fact, it was watching a slideshow of a homebirth that inspired me to try it my 2nd son. I so desperately wanted to hire a photographer, but at the time, we were living off a teacher’s salary, so it wasn’t in the cards. It wasn’t until seeing my own daughter’s birth through the eyes of a professional
photographer artist that I realized just how invaluable it is. I would have paid a million dollars to anyone who could’ve done this for all of my children.
The night after Amry was born, I watched the video footage, and while I’m thankful to have it, it’s so raw, so impersonal, and the frightening sounds I was making (and the swear words) distracted terribly. What a relief to know that Lyndsay was there to capture it all and in such a way that wouldn’t make me feel self-conscious.
It was such an interesting experience having been on both sides of the camera, too. I wondered how it would be having “a stranger” present. But Lyndsay is not a stranger anymore…she’s a dear friend and she was wonderful! She was my fly on the wall…non-intrusive, totally quiet, I hardly knew she was there. I learned a lot from her about how I should be the next time I’m honored with the opportunity to photograph another birth.
There were many people at the birth and I’m sure I could have given someone a camera to take pictures. But there’s just no way a family member can step outside of the emotions of the event and be a “fly on the wall.” Ultimately, my family was there to witness the moments and it wouldn’t have been fair to ask any one of them to stay stuck behind a camera the whole time.
All I have from the births of my first two are a few shots of my babies from immediately after. Nothing to commemorate the labor process, nothing to show the emotions that my husband and I went through, nothing to document what was going on in the rest of the world while I was lost in the fog of labor. When I found out I was expecting #3, I knew immediately that I wanted a professional birth photographer there. A professional photographer/artist “sees” emotions that someone else might ordinarily miss. I loved my husband’s arms wrapped around me in image 19. There’s number 41 of my hands clasped around Virgil’s neck, pulling strength from his confidence in me. The genuine care and concern in 44. In image 89, all of a sudden, there is an extra person in the room with us ;-). Oh, the look on my boys’ faces in 91 and 92 and the absolute euphoria shown in 96. 99…that’s my beautiful, snuggly, sleepy daughter. 106…she’s mine. I love image 115 of Tristan running out of the room…that’s him…he flies…you can see the joy in his leap from the doorway. 120…I’ll always remember seeing Virgil holding his baby girl for the first time. And Logan playing peek-a-boo with his new baby sister in 122. And of course, our first family portrait #149.
I’m so glad Lyndsay came my way.
Oh, I could go on and on and on. But the beautiful part is that I don’t have to. I don’t have to struggle to try to remember every little detail about that day because I can relive it any time I want to. I didn’t cry when she was born. I didn’t cry when I watched the video. But when I saw Lyndsay’s amazing interpretation of the birth, my husband and I both watched through tears of joy, our hearts bursting with pure, overwhelming emotion.
Thank you so much, Lyndsay. This is a priceless treasure and I am forever in your debt.