I got the text in the early hours of the morning that labor had started and it was time to head over. I immediately grabbed my gear and began the hour drive, praying the whole way there.
By the time I arrived it was nearly two in the morning and the house was a low hum with expectation. The midwife and her team were setting up the birthing pool and mama was swaying rhythmically back and forth, calmed by the gentle encouragement of her support team.
I’ve always considered the final hours of labor to be a precious in between. The moments before you meet your baby are sacred, and being invited to photograph that is an honor.
Within an hour of arriving, things started to progress quickly. After experiencing two of my own births, I know the signs of transition well, and they were tangible. Watching wave after wave of contraction, I knew it was almost time.
Mama’s water broke and it was time for her to get into the birthing pool. Even with the intensity of labor, there was a quiet calmness in the room. Each wave of contractions bringing her closer to meeting her sweet baby. I was in awe watching her strength through each contraction, and the slow steadiness with which her husband supported her.
After a few quick pushes sweet Mabel was earth-side and resting peacefully on her mama’s chest. What a gift to have been able to witness her birth and be able to document this piece of their story.