21 birth day parties: 14 boys and 7 girls. 15 hospital births, 3 out of hospital, and 2 c-sections.
I cut back in 2016. I wish I could tell you it was this super deliberate business decision but life ran us over a little (a lot) and by the grace of God, A Sacred Project took a bit of a backseat to survival. But you know what? What a gift these days were in hard times. I talk often about the light that birth shines in the darkness and the stories this year were a beaming ray of hope into a heavy and grim 2016. I am thankful for that. So thankful.
Like many of you, I’m shaking off the dust of the past and stepping into 2017 with fresh eyes and open hands. There are many stories on the books already and there are many that I won’t know about until later. I’m going to meet new faces and say hello to old friends, step foot into new territory, push myself creatively, and continuing loving and being obsessed with what I get to do for a living.
I didn’t walk with Randal through every step of pregnancy like her man and midwives but from what I understand, it was doozy after doozy. Which, of course, home girl made it to 42 weeks. 42. Luckily there was a cute baby at the end so win win win.
Peter Pan playing in the other room, little helpers, dinner still on the stove — life was as usual except for not at all. Gage’s birth day was a beautiful kind or normal and a beautiful kind of chaos all at the same time and that’s why I love birth.
Birth be cray, like mom having an almost unassisted birth in her bathroom and then having to be transported without her new sweet one.
I was 100% happy with setting my camera down to fill my arms with brand new baby snuggles that night, but obviously that’s not a job well done in my book (although pretty close). You know what is though? Coming back to hear tales from the trenches of that nutso night, talking about tattoos and gardening and ducks, watching big sister bring the chickens to meet her new baby, and enjoying a 75° sun soakin’.
I’m all cheesy smiles & teary eyes today. The new year feels get me every time but I can honestly say that after looking back over the year, it’s been one of the best yet with ASP.
15 girls. 9 boys. 6 mamas decided to keep the gender a secret until delivery, which is always the most fun.
5 c-sections. 4 home births. 4 birth center births. 11 hospital births.
I was at my first birth of the year on New Year’s day and spent half of my anniversary with a great family welcoming their first little guy. I spent an early morning driving from downtown Fort Worth to downtown Dallas for a back-to-back birth marathon with a perfectly-timed stop at Whole Foods in between. I learned the value of keeping protein-rich snacks in my go bag because hangry is a real thing, people. I drove hundreds of miles all over the metroplex and spent intimate, precious, sacred time with 24 wonderful families.
Thank you, to everyone who makes this possible – my clients who let me tell these stories, the encouragement, the sharing, the patience, and all the love. I couldn’t do this without of you so thank you thank you thank you.
Here’s to the best 2016 full of babies and great stories!
I’m back from vacation land and ready to show you all the goodness that hit my camera before I left. My summer was personally kicked off with an on-slaut of inspiring stories and adorable babies – little Clara being the first.
Her mama is no newbie to birthing babies which is always a pleasure to watch. Love me some hard working women! Also, you know how when people talk about fast births and they reference the baby “just falling out”? Yeah, well, that totally happens. Little miss was in a hurry!