This girl, and her precious heart. She knew my husband was out of town when she went into labor in the early hours of the morning. She told me she was 6cm and she didn’t want to bother me to come, that I would probably miss it. I knew she genuinely thought she was bothering me. I insisted this is my job, and these things happen. I told her I have never missed a birth yet and I didn’t intend on missing hers. Nor would I be able to live with myself if I didn’t make every effort to be there. By the grace of God, my mom came in time to watch the kids (shout out to my mom for rushing to the house at 2am in a thunderstorm!) Needless to say, I got there in plenty of time! Sweet Tasha labored beautifully through the night with the support of her amazing midwife, nurses, her momma, and her amazing husband. And just as the sun came up, at the dawn of a new day, they welcomed their daughter into their arms.
This was also the first birth I’ve photographed where an older sibling was in the room to watch her baby sister be born. Oh. My. Word. I nearly attempted to convince Wes to undo his vasectomy. Watching Ella, watch her mom, and see her sister’s birth. It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, and only added to the joy in that room. To normalize birth for another generation. I know Ella will never forget that, nor will she grow up in fear of the natural and beautiful blessing that is birth.
I hope you enjoy. This one is close to my heart.