The pain started just after midnight. A sharp pain around my back and pounding down my abs every ten minutes. It would last about thirty seconds and I would fall back to sleep and in exactly ten minutes I would wake up muscle through the pain and fall back to sleep. By seven in the morning I made the call, " come in at 9:30 and we will check."
We dropped off the dog. We picked up some last minute essentials and sat in traffic to the heart of the westside. I was rolled up stairs, laid out on some oversized tissue paper and was told to come back later that night. She had barely dropped a centimeter.
It wouldn't be till fifty-two hours later that we would see our sweet girl for the first time. She came out with jet black hair, dark mud pools for eyes and searching for us. I was so tired. It was so hard. I hadn't slept for almost three days and my eyes had turned completely yellow from stress. I didn't recognize myself. I wouldn't recognize myself for awhile.
It would be weeks before I felt like I knew her. It would be months till I felt bonded to her. It would be a full year until I finally felt like I knew what was going on. It hasn't been easy, but I would trade our journey together for anything.
BIRTH sessions are about capturing that first year in it's craziness and chaos. Taking a moment to forget about the varicose veins, bloated feet and back pain to capture the full life you are carrying inside of you; to stop the frustration of feedings, poopy diapers and long sleepless nights to notice the small feet, the tiny hands and soft breaths; to celebrate that you made it through the first year of their tiny life. <3
Let's tell the story for the beginning, from their very start