It wasn’t long ago that I was heading to hospital the day after photographing a wedding. My sister in law was in labor! We have all been waiting a long time for this precious gift and she was finally ready to make her debut.
As I was driving to the hospital alone, I kept thinking and wondering how everything was going to go. Of course we all hope that our loved ones will get through these things in the best way possible and without any complications. I was so nervous. Sometimes it’s even more intimidating documenting such special occasions for those close to your heart. But more than anything I kept my prayers on Brandy, Jeff, and the baby.
By the time I arrived, Brandy was already in active labor and dilated to 5cm. She had labored at home for 12 hours at this point. I will never forget the feeling of walking in and seeing her go through contractions. Strong. Focused. Ready. I was so proud. Women are amazing creatures. Seriously!!!
After even more tiring hours of laboring and contractions, she got to 8cm. But soon after, stopped progressing. By now her contractions were at some of the most intense and painful. But even still, she pushed and kept going, allowing her body to do what it was designed to. I was in such awe of her just watching how she went through every moment with immense grace despite the pain she was feeling in every fiber of her body.
Unfortunately after three to four more hours of labor and pain, she still wasn’t progressing and couldn’t get her body to relax to allow her continue to dilate. At this point she and Jeff had a choice to make. One that wasn’t in their plans and one they weren’t hoping to make but ultimately one that I feel was actually a blessing in disguise. And it truly was because without this situation arising, the entire birth would have gone so differently.
This is when things got a little scary and I will never forget how quiet I was watching her, seeing Jeff praying for her, praying myself, and hoping that everything would turn out perfectly. She had a terrible reaction to the epidural and her blood pressure was rapidly dropping, she was going in and out of consciousness, and at some points they weren’t getting the baby’s heartbeat. And for a little while there, our worst fears were coming true. Usually it takes hours for someone to feel their epidural but she felt hers almost immediately. After taking the epidural out for several hours she was still sick but like I said, she’s tough. And after a few more tearful hours of pushing and fighting hard for Mary-Katherine, she finally arrived. HAPPY & HEALTHY!
Documenting this day was so special to me and I am so thankful that I got to experience such an amazing event for the first time. I will always cherish those memories and hold them close to my heart. And best of all, now I have the sweetest little bundle of joy to spoil.