Posts Tagged ‘pregnancy’

New Franken Maternity Session

What a dreamy evening we had for Kori and Dan’s maternity session awaiting the arrival of their first baby, a boy named Dax. The couple was hoping for a waterfront session and after discussing a few options and sharing sample photos, we decided on Bay Shore Park in New Franken. It gave us the opportunity to capture bright, warm golden hour photos in the woods, then take the session down to the bay for a water view. In the heart of summer with a long, warm evening winding down, we thought it would be fun to end the session in the water. Kori and Dan were up for the adventure, and we got the opportunity to photograph the most romantic pregnancy photos with sun-flare and waves splashing on the beach!

Baby Dax is now out and about in the world — smiling and checking off baby milestones! Congratulations, Kori and Dan!

 

Personal Post: our maternity photos

On Friday we hit our 38th week of pregnancy. The doctor says this little girl could arrive at any time now, which means I am editing photos like a maniac and Ben is cleaning the house like mad! It’s all very exciting and terrifying. How strange that one day you can be pregnant, carrying a squirmy little thing inside of you, and the next day you can be a parent.

As we go into our last weeks, days, or hours of this stage of the adventure, I wanted to share some photos from our maternity session with KL Creative at High Cliff Park. I imagined something boho and cozy and we are so excited to have these special images to cherish this milestone.

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Special thanks to:
Photographer – Kayla with KL Creative
Florist – Nichole with Petal Pusher

Portraits: beach maternity session, waiting for baby alena

Elizabeth was turning two and Rachel and John were expecting their second baby girl – so much to celebrate! Lizzy loved playing in the sand and patting her baby sister, and we loved the sweetness of three of them (soon to be four) snuggled up together. Together we explored the beach, watched seagulls, and chased Lizzy down the boardwalk. It was a beautiful evening to celebrate milestones.

Personal Post: high tea baby shower at sepia chapel

For years, my mom and I had joint birthday parties with themes and costumes. They were always silly and elaborate with lots of homemade decorations and matching activities (like our Alice in Wonderland party where everyone played a round of flamingo croquet). It’s been a few years since those birthdays, but the excitement we experience over matching details, thrifting just the right pieces, and finding the matching paper suite, has not changed.

When the topic of my baby shower came up, both of us had the same idea without ever discussing it: high tea. We toured venues in the area, and Sepia Chapel was perfect. Gina completely understood our vision, and even offered up her grandmother’s wedding china so guests would have actual teacups and saucers. Planning went so smoothly with Gina coordinating all the linens, place-settings, and beverages, my mother-in-law working hard to make sandwiches and fruit cups, and my mom taking care of salads and all the beautiful desserts. In the week before the shower I picked up succulents and greens from Green Bay Floral, and, with the help of friends and family, every little thing was taken care of.

The shower was incredible. So many people were able to make it, even those who had a little drive to get there. We sipped tea, snacked on sweets and savories, played a few games, and chatted. Before gifts, my Grandma Claudia opened an outfit that would reveal the sex of our baby. Guesses from our guests came in nearly tied: 22/21 in favor of a boy, but Grandma was right (as she always is) and from the bag she unwrapped a tiny sailor dress that we picked up when we were in Maine. It’s a girl!

Thank you to everyone who came to the shower, for those who sent surprise gifts in the mail, and for the special people who care so much about us that they set aside time to help plan, purchase, make, and set-up all the things that made this shower so wonderful. I will be sure our babe knows how much she is already loved.

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Credits:

Sepia Chapel (venue) http://www.sepiachapel.com
Green Bay Floral (greens/succulents) http://www.greenbayfloral.net
Almond & Ivy (macarons) http://www.cakeandcookiellc.com
Ashley Viste (photos of me and some details)

Personal Post: loving a baby after losing a baby

Those of you who follow the blog closely may have noticed a gap in last year’s posts. When I write, I write from the heart – I share about sessions, travels, and thoughts on photography and life in general. But during those months there was only one thing on my mind, and it wasn’t something I was ready to share.

As most of our readers know, Ben and I are expecting a baby in October. I am seven months along and typing this blog as the baby flutters in my belly and I agonize over how much more water I should be drinking. I feel good and capable in my body – an incredible gift. This baby has given me a bigger reason to share what I had gathered up in my heart last year, and now I feel ready to talk about our first pregnancy.

In February of last year, Ben and I learned we were going to be parents. We were overjoyed and reveled in the magic of it all. We fantasized about baby moccasins and sharing the news with our families. I dreamt of nurseries and family traditions. It amazed me how much we loved that baby right from the start, surrounding it with our dreams for a future together.

But at our first ultrasound appointment, eight weeks into the pregnancy, the baby was small. We watched the heartbeat flutter on the screen like a tiny, flickering light, but the doctor said it was measuring at six weeks instead of eight. Two weeks later our little baby still hadn’t grown and our doctor confirmed what we had been hoping and praying against; that baby wouldn’t make it.

We shared the news with our closest family without ever having the opportunity to celebrate our initial joy. I sunk into depression. In my dreams each night I was still pregnant, and when I woke in the morning I felt empty. I had spent the past few months caring for my body with new purpose, seeing everything I consumed as fuel for the baby; so with the baby gone, treatment of my body bordered on destructive. There were complications to my miscarriage that resulted in a physical reminder for days, weeks, months. I couldn’t find myself or the things I was passionate about.

It was easy to feel alone in the loss because I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. There was no memorial service or official goodbye, just a slow, agonizing loss. Family and friends told me over and again “just because this happened once, doesn’t mean it will happen again”. They were trying to console what they imagined was worry about my future. It wasn’t worry; I wasn’t even in a place to consider my future. It was mourning. I was mourning the loss of that baby – that individual whom I already loved.

Months passed by and little by little I fell into my normal routines. Slowly I was able to find moments of joy and reflect with bittersweetness on the memories. There were still days when I couldn’t make it out of bed, but in between I was getting better. It was as though I was reassembling myself from old and new parts. The last feeling to fall into place was anticipation – something I thought I had lost for good.

And now, here we are. Almost exactly one year later we conceived this baby. Doctor appointments have us terrified, and the weeks between them are nearly intolerable. We guarded our hearts, yearning for that golden “12 week mark” and when we hit it, I was still fearful and newly desperate to make it to 20 weeks when we would see an ultrasound. People have asked why we waited so long to announce and why we adamantly held off on celebrating. This is why. When we made plans to announce our pregnancy, I already knew I couldn’t share news of this new life and find perfect joy in it without also sharing our history.

I know this perspective may be foreign to some (even those who have experienced similar circumstances), and I honestly believe there is no right or wrong way to feel about anything – especially something so complex as parenthood. I am simply writing my experience because I need it out in the world. We’ve shared with you our love and anticipation, but my heart yearned to honor our first baby as well.


Above photos taken by KL Creative at 20 weeks pregnant.
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