On my birthday, I got to photograph my first birth story, and it was amazing. And also the most terrifying thing I've ever photographed!
Sarah had a home birth, and in between contractions, she would play with her two kids and joke around about being able to have some wine and sushi for dinner. As labor progressed, her children would come in and talk to her, make her pretend soup, caress her arms gently. Sarah wasn't pestered or bothered by their presence, but actually seemed comforted by it! Never once were they frightened, and even though the method is not the usual way of labor, it seemed totally natural. I, however, was not as calm as the kids. There was a whole hour where I was in over my head and regretted being there. Sarah's one of my dearest friends, and we share a lot of bonds, but this was taboo. Seeing someone in a state of pure agony seemed at the very least like a violation of personal space. My heart was wrenched.
And then it stopped, and Sarah cried, "My baby! by baby!" as she pulled her out of the water surrounded by her whole family. Watching the relief and elation on everyones faces, seeing the kids meet their new sibling, being present at such a miraculous moment was a privilege. And because Sarah let me in on her most intimate , vulnerable moments, I can share their amazing story with you. I hope it blesses you and brings you as much joy as it does me!
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