This post’s title is a bit misleading.
Yes, I photographed the birth of baby Ryland. But, that is only a small part of the story.
One morning in May, I photographed a couple waiting in anticipation for the arrival of their baby boy. They nervously joked with one another, with the staff, and with me. All the while, they exchanged glances pregnant with unnamable feelings rooted in the unknown that is birth – an experience universal and, yet, intensely personal.
I photographed that same couple, moments after meeting their baby boy, staring at him in awe and in complete adoration.
I photographed a mother holding her baby for the first time – becoming familiar with his scent, marveling at his perfection, overcome with gratitude. She kept saying, “He’s perfect. Isn’t he perfect.” He was. He is.
I photographed a father who could not look away from his new son. His pride and elation was a marvelous thing to witness. Sheer bliss.
I photographed a little girl become a big sister – capturing her shy anticipation in entering the room and her absolute joy as her eyes took in her baby brother. She held him in her lap, staring at him and gently stroking his head and hand and face. He grabbed her finger, and she looked up at her mother and said so proudly, “Look, he’s holding my finger.” That moment – it was everything.
I photographed a grandmother meeting her grandson. A family rallying around this new life celebrating it and finding peace in its promise.
Every single time I photograph an event like this one, I witness the best of life – the very best.
I am grateful.