15 Month Mini Session
I saw this sassy little lady every three months during her first year. Sometimes more often than that. Whenever my clients turn one I prepare myself. I won't see them as often. It's just how it goes. Some clients book sessions at 18 months and some book a two year session but it really dwindles off. And that's ok. Babies don't change as quickly after they hit that first year mark. So imagine my surprise and excitement when her momma contacted me to set up a 15 month session.
She said she wanted flowers and she wanted some pictures of her reading her favorite book The Little Blue Truck. My big kid loves that book too. She sent me some pictures of her outfit and we went from there.
Aubrey is seriously one of the sassiest little girls I have ever met. It's probably why I enjoy her so much. She's after my own heart.
She has been showing off her tongue to me since day one. I could show you several pictures from every session that I have had with her where she is sticking her tongue out at me. Such a silly girl.
Our session was winding down and then this happened. We all just kind of stood there watching. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Then Coby, her daddy, went and picked her up and made sure she was ok. She was and that was when I let them know I captured it. Coby promptly said "We will be buying those!" and that is why I love this family so much.
Mini sessions are such a great way to capture those in between periods. While changes are less drastic after the one year mark there are still a lot of changes that happen. New milestones hit, new faces being made, new personality traits. The changes aren't as drastic but they are still there and it's smart to capture them because those memories will fade.
No toddlers were harmed in the making of this mini session.-Rachael
Our Birth Story
It was a Tuesday evening in April and we were taking Desmond out to dinner because it was his last night as an only child. It was his last night getting all of our attention. We told him we were going to eat and then drop him off at his Grandma and Paw Paw's. He was excited about that. On our way to his grandparents we told him that the next time we saw him his brother would be here. He was pretty excited about that too. As we walked away I had tears in my eyes. I had never left him for this long. It was hard. So many emotions are involved when your bringing a second child into a family.
We went home and made sure we had everything together. It was just before midnight when we arrived at the hospital for our induction. We were considered high risk and they decided to induce me so that Ben didn't get too big. They got me in a room and in an oh so lovely gown. They explained their plan. One round of Cytotek right away, wait four hours administer another round, and after another four hours the doctor would come in and break my water and start Pitocin. They administered the Cytotek around 1:30 a.m. and they wanted me to rest. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed for at least an hour. By 2:00 a.m. my contractions were two minutes a part. There would be no resting for me. The contractions came fast and hard with no breaks. The nurse came in around 3:00 and said there wouldn't be a need for another dose of Cytotek and I may be able to do without Pitocin as well. I was doing my best to breath between each contraction and relax my body. Minutes really seemed like hours. Each contraction grew worse and more painful. Brian stood by my side watching and trying to asses the situation and figure out what I needed. I needed what all laboring mothers need, for the pain to stop.
By 5:00 a.m. I was shaking. The contractions were too much. I had tears in my eyes and was having a hard time breathing through the contractions. The nurse wanted to make me aware that I was progressing and if I was going to get an epidural now was the time. I looked at Brian with tears and fear in my eyes and said I wanted the epidural. I was so scared, I hate epidurals. I was at my limit though. I knew the contractions would only get worse and I was at my limit already. So at 5:30 a.m. I received my epidural. It went better than my first but it still wasn't fun. I cried. Rest, that's what they wanted. Brian slept in the chair and the nurse turned off all of the lights. How could I rest though. I was too excited, too anxious, too nervous. So I wrote. I wrote Ben a letter. I wrote to him to let him know how much I loved him, the dreams I had for him, the hope. We called our birth photographer and let her know it was time to come. At 7:00 a.m. the nurse came in. It was time for their shift change. She checked me and said that if she was a betting woman she would bet the doctor would come in, break my water and we would have a baby.
Our wonderful doctor came in a little past 8:00. She checked me and boy did she make a face. I knew instantly that it was time. She broke my water and that was it. Everyone came in and got everything ready. I started pushing at 8:45 a.m. I pushed once, she said he had hair. I started pushing a second time and was told to stop, his head was out. I started crying instantly. I'm pretty sure I was in shock. Another half of a push and Benjamin made his entrance into our world. The doctor handed him to me and as I was pulling him back she told me to stop, don't pull him. He had a true knot in his cord which is rare. She started covering me so our photographer could take a picture. Brian cut the cord and I brought him to my chest. It was love. That instant, crazy, indescribable love. At 7 pounds and 10 ounces he was my little guy.
My parents brought Desmond to the hospital so he could meet his brother. Brian went and got him and he was really excited to meet his brother, for about fifteen seconds. I laughed hard. He gave him his tiger and then he was off. He spent a lot of time with us at the hospital so it didn't really seem like I was away from him much at all.
This whole labor and delivery was such an amazing and positive experience. I was so happy that I had a photographer there to capture it all. Here is our story in pictures courtesy of Abrienne Lorenson Photography.
Liam Michael Troy
It was 2:00 a.m. when my husband handed me my phone "It's Sabrina." He said sleepily. I never even heard my phone ring until he placed it in my hand. I groggily said hello. "I think my water broke. We are headed to the hospital." Ok I was awake. I told her to call me when she found out if they were going to keep her. I told my husband I might as well get up, shower, and nurse the baby in case I have to leave. After I got myself all gussied up I called Sabrina. I knew since I had more than a two hour drive ahead of me I couldn't waste time. I asked her how sure she was that her water broke, if she was positive I was going to go ahead and leave after I fed Ben.
I left the house around three and drove anxiously. The roads were dead. I had a feeling that this wasn't going to take long. Her first labor wasn't very long and her water broke on its own this time. Contractions were probably going to kick into high gear soon. I made it about two thirds of the way when I got a call saying the first test came back negative and they were waiting on the second. She asked me where I was. I told her and she apologized. I told her not to worry I found an all night drive through and was eating and would wait to hear back. I finished my breakfast and decided to start back home thinking I could make it back before my husband had to go to work if I left now. I made it one minute down the road when she called and said the second test was positive and that they were keeping her. I quickly turned back around.
I made it to the hospital a little after 5:30. I walked in to Sabrina filling out a stack of paper work. There was excitement and exhaustion in the air. They had just started her on Pitocin before I arrived and it hadn't really jump started her labor yet. We spent the next hour or so laughing and chatting as she was having mild contractions. The nurse came in and checked her and said she was at 4 cm. Vic brought her some breakfast and coffee and she ate while he sipped on his black lighting. Things were pretty uneventful. At seven shifts changed and nurse Sue came in. She was a veteran nurse, you could just tell. She wanted things done a specific way and there weren't any ifs, ands, or buts about it. She was a bossy little thing but she truly was a good nurse. That became evident when that evil thing called Pitocin kicked in. Her contractions came faster and harder. Over the hours there was less talking in between and there really were no more smiles.
Sabrina came to a point where she no longer wanted to go through the pain. She buzzed the nurse. Sue came in and said that she had two options that she could either get the epidural or get on the birthing ball, but that she needed to make the choice because the anesthesiologists would quickly be busy and it would take them some time to get there. It was not an easy decision for Sabrina so Sue left and Sabrina thought. About ten minutes later she was calling the nurse back and deciding she wanted the epidural but the nurse said it would be at least fifteen minutes (any of you that have given birth know how long that feels like). So with help from Vic and Sue Sabrina got on the birthing ball and rocked those contractions. They weren't easy for her but she made it through each one. The anesthesiologist came in and I was kicked out.
When I came back in it was around 10:30 and there was a much happier feel in the room. It was then that Sarah, Sabrina's sister arrived. We were all really happy to see her and you could just feel the excitement coming from her. It was then that Sabrina told us she was at 8cm. This girl had gone from 4cm to 8cm in about an hour. It was no wonder those contractions were so fierce. It was less than an hour later and her nurse was telling Sabrina that she was complete! The doctors and nurses came in and got busy getting everything ready. With Vic by her side and Sarah sitting back anxiously awaiting Sabrina started to push. She pushed through three sets of contractions and Liam entered the world at 11:55 a.m. The nurse placed him onto her and started wiping him off, and there it was, the instant love you have for your child the moment you meet them.
It was a beautiful and powerful labor and birth. I am so blessed that I get to be present with people on the biggest days of their lives.
Have a blessed day.-Rachael
Kynleigh's 6 Month Photo Session
Kynleigh has to be just one of the sweetest little girls ever. Every time she is in front of my camera she is just a breeze. This session has been one of my favorites to date! Doesn't she look like a little rockstar in her awesome sunglasses. We soaked up the last little bit of the summer rays on this late summer day.
We also did a mini family session!
I hope you guys have a happy sunny Friday!- Rachael
I am a mom and a photographer. My love of motherhood led me to photograph all things from bellies to birth and beyond.