Whew. You guys. Vivi will be one next month. ONE. Which means that my baby is possibly the biggest baby on the Baby’s First Year block both in age and sheer size (baby got big.) I have enjoyed this past year with my family more than any other year in my life, it’s been filled with the most marvelous opportunities and the chance to see a budding and flourishing relationship between my oldest and my baby.
I love birthing babies. Love it to death. I’ve only done it twice but I consider both of them to be some of my greatest accomplishments. I’ve been shooting birth stories like Emily’s for a couple of years now and yesterday I had the most spectacular opportunity to shoot my only sister’s birth of her first baby, her son, Tayden.
You could say I’m a bit of a birth lover, the whole process, no matter how it happens is beautiful, scary and amazing, my sister’s birth was no exception. As I wade through the photos and recover from the three a.m. “HER WATER BROKE” text I’m remembering the best parts of my own labors as well as the ones I’ve witnessed. Including my sister’s. I wrote this post dedicated to my best friend’s son when he was born in January and I’m working on forming the words for my own sister.
The truth is I’m in awe of what she did yesterday.
My tiny sister labored for nearly 2 days, 12 hours of that were hard and heavy, and gave birth to a 9 lb. 6 oz. 22.5″ baby boy (who just happens to be the size my kids were at 2 months old.)
If you were to pick one moment of your labors or adoptions as the most memorable or one you treasure the most, what would it be?