“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson I love Tennyson’s eloquent writings, and his words seem so fitting for the journey of baby Hope! Hopes birth is the first birth I have photographed… interestingly enough, the first birth I ever saw was that [...]
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
I love Tennyson’s eloquent writings, and his words seem so fitting for the journey of baby Hope! Hopes birth is the first birth I have photographed… interestingly enough, the first birth I ever saw was that of her littlest brother when I was 14 year old! When Ashley found out she was pregnant, she asked if I would do all her photography. While I couldn’t commit to the birth, I said I would try as hard as I could to be there, since I live over 2 hours away. When I got the notice she was in labor, I grew sad since I thought there was no way for me to be down with her that day due to previous commitments. Her sister, Mary, told me things were going slow, so she would keep me updated through out the day… on whatever miracle I might be able to re-arrange plans.
By evening that night, when I was finally able to drive down, Ashely was still in early labor. It had been 12 hours with very little progression. She was moved from the birth center to the hospital. She was disappointed, but I was a little hopeful that I might have a chance of being there to photograph her birth. When I finally showed up at 10pm, she was basically where she was when she was admitted. Ashley had become accustomed to pregnancy not going according to plan. Steven and Ashley tried for 6 years to conceive their first child, and finally after learning a little more as to why they could not conceive they opted to try IVF.
One of the eggs implanted, and Ashely was finally pregnant! She definitely had her vision for the pregnancy and birth, but after so long of no progression her midwife (who also happened to be my mom’s midwife when my mom had my little brother) suggested moving to the hospital, another step that was not part of the plan. After 36 hours, and almost no progression, the doctor finally said it was time for a Cesarian (definitely not part of her plan). Her doctor was awesome, though, and let her keep trying to have the birth be as natural as possible for 36 hours. I was super impressed at how quickly Ashley was able to be with baby Hope after the operation, and even though most of the labor was not the way they imagined it would be, seeing Hope on her mother’s chest, with her father overlooking fit perfectly into the plan of being together, being a family–finally!