The thought of little ones entering the world surrounded by separation and sadness in place of celebration breaks my heart. As a Auntie of adopted little ones I have always had a special spot in my heart for babies that have spent their first hours and days in a hospital bassinet instead of the arms of the ones who love them. Their tiny little features left ungazed upon for hours and hours. Little features that change so quickly. Their story left to be told only by court papers for hours, days or weeks.
This week I had the opportunity to celebrate one of these babies and their hopeful adoptive parents meet them 3 days after their birth. As we walked into the nicu for the first time the air was full of excitement and nerves. There was a striking similarity between this day and the parents I regularly capturing anticipating the arrival of their little ones in the early stages of labor. The wonder of what their little features look like. Is their baby doing well? How big are they? Do they have 10 fingers and 10 toes?
After placing a badge with the name "Surrender" upon on our chests, scrubbing in and walking through two locked doors, it was time. Entering their little one's shared room and the emotion was palpable. There their adoptive baby lay. Not a feature was left unremarked. Not a feature left uncherished.
Those first moments captured to be cherished for all time. Something for this little one to look back upon as they grow and see how tiny they were and know how much they are loved.
For those that know me well know that these moments get me to the core. I chose my profession out of passion, not profit. Long hours, late nights, missed holidays and family events are all made worth while. My hope is for my images to share stories, move hearts, encourage and inspire. Let us celebrate all babies.
Mother of two crazy little girls. Photographer of life with a true love and passion for birth.