The few photos that my husband took of the birth of my second child are treasures to me. Each time I look back at them, I’m brought back to that moment – I remember how my room smelled and how the fabric on my skin felt. I’m brought back to that euphoric feeling when, after months of anticipation, and hours of laboring, I finally got to look at my baby for the first time. This, my friends, is the reason why I love photography.
This past week I was able to photograph a birth for a a good friend. And, though I’ve birthed two children of my own, NOTHING could prepare me for the rush of emotions that I felt as I watched my beautiful friend hone in on her inner strength and birth her baby girl. To say it was amazing would be a gross understatement. Though I’m not sure I’m able to articulate my sentiments, I can say with certainty that the whole expierience quite literally took my breath away.