Welcome to the world, baby August! He was born February 3 and I had the honor of being present when he was born. I LOVED being at his birth. If you read my blog or Facebook page regularly, you know I don’t throw that word around like candy. I try to reserve that word for people, not things or photographs. And I can’t help but feel like it’s the right word to use for the ministry God has called you to do. I am completing training to be a doula & it was my first birth doing so. I’ve done about half a dozen as a birth photographer & I felt led to go down this path, so most of the births I spent longing to encourage & care for the woman in labor, even while I had my eye to the viewfinder.
It’s kind of strange going back to someone’s house to take pictures just two short weeks after you were there for their birth! Everything’s all normal (as normal as life with a newborn can be) and there isn’t this aura of mystery & excitement…the feeling you have when you walk into the presence of a laboring woman….it’s like you’re always subconsciously thinking, “There’s a baby coming! And this amazingly strong woman is working on getting him out, and the whole process is just an incredible Creation!” And then you go back to their house & there they are, sitting on the couch or their bed & holding this beautiful little creature that they only just gave birth to a short time ago! I guess that might only make sense to a few people out there, but I hope you get to experience that feeling someday too!