I fell in love with birth photography

 

 

Birth photography has the magic to transform the birth journey into more than just a cherished life memory. It creates the visual story of your baby's birth from the tiniest detail to the sheer emotion shared between the family to the moment that baby and parents fall in love at first sight. I’ve never met a person who has regretted hiring a photographer for their birth. It’s a moment in time that you just can’t recreate.

Anderson family eagerly awaits the arrival of their grandson

Anderson family eagerly awaits the arrival of their grandson

 

I did my first birth story for one of my best friends. I met Olivia when we both worked retail and I instantly knew I needed her as my friend. Her effervescent personality and genuine giggle are hints of the wonderful woman she is. Her husband Garrett (who stands over 6 feet tall) is her perfect match. The Andersons are the kind of people you always feel so blessed to know. From unwavering support through a break up to opening their home up for me to do laundry; their kindness and friendship is true and inspiring.

 

 

When Olivia asked me if I'd be comfortable photographing the birth of their first child I had absolutely no hesitation. I didn't have to think my answer over one bit. I had always had thoughts of how amazing it would be to work as a birth professional- midwives, doulas, etc. - and it was exciting to think I'd witness this incredible process in person. I was so honored that Olivia and Garrett would choose me to capture such a personal and intimate part of their life that the fact that I had never seen a woman give birth was the last thing I thought about.

 

 

This was to be my first Birth story. It was also going to be the first time I witnessed, in person, the birth of a baby. As the months passed we recorded her pregnancy with many photo sessions. First came pregnancy announcements. Second was a gender reveal session. At the end of it all we did traditional maternity photos and then surprised her husband with a pregnancy boudoir book! As Olivia approached her due date the expected nerves started to rush me. It was a mix of excitement, the fear of taking on something new and the small fear of the unknown (having never seen a birth).

 

 

Olivia kept me up to date after each doctor’s visit and one day after one I called to check in with her. She was 2cm dilated and I was slightly panicked because I had left my camera at work that day and wouldn't be able to get it until 6:30am the next morning. She reassured me, her doctor thought she'd have a due date baby which was a week away. So I went about my evening normally, got things ready for work the next morning and headed to bed.

 

 

One of the main traits of birth photography is how unpredictable birth is. Each birth is unique in its own way. In true fashion the morning after leaving my camera at work, December 31st 2015 at 4:30am, I receive a text from Olivia that her water had just broke. Amongst the excitement came panic, what if I didn't get my camera in time? Since I couldn't get it until 6:30 I got up, showered and ate. I corresponded with Olivia until I retrieved my camera which provided immediate nerve relief and worked half a day until she was at 5cm dilated.

 

 

I arrived at the hospital at 1pm and started the birth story process by documenting the building and signage. When I entered the hospital room Olivia was bent over the top of the bed, facing the wall and Garrett was standing by her side. It was intense how my mind went to work. Adrenaline stomped out any doubts I had and I found a spot in the room that was out of the way but perfect to capture all that was unfolding. It was my sole goal to be a fly on the wall. To make as little sound, stay out of the way and go as unnoticed as possible.

 

 

I stayed in this mode until Olivia received her epidural. After re-entering the room the atmosphere had shifted and both expecting mom and dad initiated conversation. I didn't put my camera down; I didn't want to miss anything! As the time to push approached I confirmed my placement with nurses and doctors, making sure I'd have a good line of sight but also being out of the way. That's when things got incredibly real.

 

 

It's Important as a birth photographer to remember your place in a birthing room. Being out of the way of medical professionals is above all. Being new to birth photography, I hadn't anticipated that meaning I'd have a front row view of "the show". The first 20 minutes of pushing hit me like a head high. Whether it was all of the energy and adrenaline in the room, the fact that I hadn't eaten very much that day, or both I still can't say. But I had to focus solely on my camera and not passing out!

 

 

Suddenly, baby was crowning and my head rush turned into focus. The raw emotion from mom and dad to be and both grandmas threw my senses into over drive. The thrill in the room was intoxicating, the love was striking. With Garrett by her side, Olivia delivered a beautiful baby boy at 8:26pm. Samson Hunter Anderson blessed his parents with his healthy entrance into this world and he blessed me with the honor of capturing his story.

 

 

I don't think anything can prepare you for photographing your first birth. There is nothing else in the photographer profession like it. It's a miracle, to witness love manifest in the creation of a new life coming into the world. The electricity in the room is indescribable. I had no way to prepare myself for falling in love with every aspect of birth photography. Leaving the hospital that morning I felt called, for the first time in my life, to do something.

 

 

My passion for birth photography makes me unique. While I still love to shoot portraiture it’s been an easy decision to make birth my specialty. My first birth story hooked me in a way I will never be able to escape. I hope that my incredible passion and professionalism bring the blessing of a birth story to many more families because every time a client chooses me to create the visual story of their baby’s birth I feel honored and blessed.

What a difference a year makes

I never knew Beth well. In high school I had one single class with her. I knew who she was and I believe she sort of knew the same of me. I remember being in awe of her beauty. She seemed to belong to the "popular" crowd; where as I was a theater kid. I would see her at school occasionally but not in the way you really take notice. More like part of the experience.

 

Dylan was one of my good guy friends in high school. We first met when I lived with my grandma while my parents had a house built. Dylan would later refer to the handful of us kids who grew up in that trailer park as "trailer park kids". I was only briefly in that category but it was long enough for him to make a definite impression. When we reconnected later in high school he was much taller but still that goofy kid. I know it's so cliché, but Dylan was the kind of person who always put a smile on my face. He was the high schooler who was always goofing off, a not so serious trouble maker. He was always incredibly sweet and kind to me. I felt drawn to his relaxed nature.

For me, it was a bit odd when Beth and Dylan became a couple. At this point, I wasn't speaking much to Dylan. We exchanged a few random facebook messages from time to time. I now know he would always tell me what he thought I wanted to hear. Never anything bad, only good. I followed Beth and Dylan's relationship as well as their lives as most people do nowadays: on facebook. I watched good go to bad, then to ok, then seemed to be good, back to bad. My heart ached for my friend but he was an addict and there wasn't much I could do.

Years passed and one sad day I received heartbreaking news. As I get older more and more lives are cut short. But this was the first time someone I truly love and cared about was taken away. Dylan was gone, but there was something else I couldn't shake. Where and how was Beth? On December 3rd, 2014 I sent her a message, she didn't know me, but I wanted her to know I had her on my mind.

As time passed I continued to follow Beth's activity on facebook. Her addiction gave her many bumps in her road. I watched her move states; it seemed that she was sober. I watched posts that gave me hope; maybe she was healing, and suddenly I saw she was to return back home. It was then on August 17th, 2016 that I saw her post. I had been pondering photography. I was looking to do something different. I opened facebook and her post jumped right out at me; she had reached one year of sobriety.

My heart beat with an exciting idea. I carefully constructed a message. I wanted to gift Beth a photo session. I wanted to document and celebrate the difference a year can make. When she excepted, I couldn't stop thinking and planning. The week leading up I was nervously excited. The day of her shoot, the weather was perfect. The sunshine followed her every step, she was washed in light. She was clean and new. Her life after one year was just her beginning. I felt such an honor to photograph her. She was nervous at first but soon I saw this kind, goofy energy peak out. In these moments I saw the girl my friend had fallen for. I know Dylan would be so incredibly proud of her now.

This session is one of the most meaningful I've done. It's not something that's commonly photographed. You can't google search "Sobriety session" and find photos. But, it's my hope that one day you will. If there's one thing I know, it's that life is so incredibly short. Those struggling with addiction; who make the choice to get sober have one of the toughest battles ahead of them. Their triumph should be recorded, celebrated, and shared. Addiction can hit anyone. Addicts often fall off the sober wagon. I think both addicts as well as their families should have good, beautiful moments captured. If I can give a struggling human being something to hold on to; a photo of hope to look at, and a family an updated memory of their loved one... then I think I'm putting my skill to good use. This documentation through photography feels right but mostly it feels like I'm honoring a lost friend.

 

If you or someone you know would be interested in a Sobriety session please contact me at k3photog@gmail.com. I would love to gift recovering addicts and their families an hour session for $50.