Who's loves a good birth film? I could watch them in repeat, all day long. I cry every time a mama reaches down to catch her baby. What is your favorite part of a birth film?
You may remember my last post titled "Birth is Beautiful" with images of a vaginal birth. When I posted those images I never thought Id get such a beautiful and supportive response. So many women have never actually seen how incredible our vaginas are!
This is a recent birth I was honored to attend. Mama caught her baby and brought the little one right up to her breast. It was a powerful moment that will forever be a favorite memory of mine. Mama was so strong. I cannot wait to share her birth story with you. Until then, enjoy the incredible human vagina.
I made a new Pinterest account to help my clients and me make a sort of dream board of images for our sessions as well as help with outfit ideas. Go check out all of the beautiful imagery!
Alivia, darlin'. I am so honored to have been apart of such a significant part of your life. To document your entrance earthside was majestic. You are a beautiful little soul.
It was the week of Thanksgiving, 2014. The Wednesday before Turkey Day. My husband was in Arkansas visiting family and I stayed behind just in case a good friend of mine went into labor. I'd crashed on my moms couch when I awoke to my sister whispering in my ear "Brandi! Wake up! It's time!". It was 7 AM. My body responded before my brain did. I jumped up and asked for a sports bra and leggings to wear and the car keys before I realized Id packed everything I needed. I threw on some clothes, kissed my babes goodbye and skipped to the car.
As I arrived I noticed Brittany doing a soft dance with her husband in the front yard. Grabbing my camera, I slid out of the front seat and began filming the swaying of a laboring mama. I already had tears in my eyes as I watched her ebb and flow with the waves. "Hi" she finally said to me after a long contraction. I could see that she was already tired but excited that this day was finally here. We hugged and then went inside to warm up. The house was inviting and homey. I thought "This is a great day for a birth". We went upstairs where she'd had her birth space perfectly arranged. She'd strung white lights along the perimeter of the ceiling. They gave off an ethereal glow, even in the day time. It was beautiful.
As labor progressed, she began to sing and dance her baby out. Andrew, her husband, gently rocked with her. Supporting her every move. The two of them were a sight. She wanted nothing else but to be in the arms of her man and he gladly obliged.
POP! Her bag of water broke on her way to the bathroom. Her belly lowered greatly and shrunk almost half its size. Contractions grew longer and she sang louder. Andrew and I took turns squeezing her hips together for counter pressure. Her midwife suggested she enter the birth pool for some relief.
A couple of hours later she began grunting, letting her body push. It was at this point that her fatigue effected her the most. Pushing was difficult but with the encouragement of her loved ones she summoned the strength of a Mama Bear.
5 hours after I arrived a miracle happened.
Alivia Brooke entered this world peacefully and calmly. So calm that she barely cried out. She looked around her, memorizing the faces that matched the voices she'd became so familiar with in utero.
Brittany, my love, my childhood friend. You are a birthing goddess. So beautiful and sweet. You followed your instincts, birthing the way God intended. The way so many other women have before you. YOU DID IT.
You rockstar, you.