Before I went into business, I had dreams of being a birth photographer. When my sister told me she was pregnant with her third last spring, I hadn’t even talked to anyone besides her about my hopes to photograph births. I was so excited to have a new little nephew and to finally try my hand at birth photography. If you have been following this page for a little bit however, you’ll know that she was not my first birth. I had a few friends due in the meantime and I was able to test the waters before my sister was due and completely fall in love with birth photography!
When my sister gave birth to her daughter, I was there in the hospital room. I missed the birth of her son two years ago because I had just given birth to my son three days earlier. This time, because her babies like to come FAST, I almost missed another birth! After a month away from home and Thanksgiving and birthdays without my husband (I stayed with my mom in San Diego), I can say my sister would not have been the only one disappointed. My mom, who also happens to be a home birth midwife and my sister’s midwife, got a call the night before my sister’s due date saying that she had been having irregular contractions. They kept in close contact, timing contractions and trying to rest. It was still too early to tell if these would pick up or if it was a false alarm. After a few short hours, my sister called back to say that they were 4-5 minutes apart and during that call, her water broke. Since we were already packed up, my mom and I threw our shoes on and ran out the door to make the 40 minute drive to her house for her second planned home birth. Shortly after we were on the road, my sister called back to say that she felt like she had to push. Thankfully, she was able to stay relaxed enough to avoid pushing until we arrived at 2:06am. At 2:30am on his due date, baby Weston was born into his father’s hands. He was perfect in every way.
Happy Birthday, Baby Weston! Thanks for waiting for me.