This is the story of baby Jude’s birth, from my perspective. Robin has been a dear friend of mine ever since I did her maternity and newborn pictures for her last baby. We immediately clicked and have been friends ever since. Robin found out she was being blessed with baby #4 when Hope was just 6 months old. I remember how shocked, but excited she was! We had discussed birth photography a few months ago and I offered to do it (if it happened at a convenient time…lol). I have nine of my own children, so I was cautiously hopeful that Robin would go into labor when my husband was home so I could escape for a few hours and document Jude’s arrival into the world.
We ALL thought Robin was due late July/early August. Her friends had been tormenting her (I’m totally guilty here as well) as the days passed and no Jude was to be seen. Haven’t you had that baby yet? Are you STILL pregnant? How far over-due are you? Poor Robin! I should know better and keep my impatience to myself – in reality, we were all excited to meet him but I can imagine how irritating this was being 9 months pregnant in this horrible Arizona summer heat. Tuesday the 14th came – a few of us noticed that we hadn’t seen Robin post anything on Facebook that day. Of course, everyone started suspecting that she MUST have given birth (or be in labor). She secretly sent me a private message letting me know that she had been having contractions since 4am that morning, but that they were not regular and to PLEASE keep this information to myself. lol I did, but kept pestering her for details. I was scared to leave the house – I didn’t want to miss the phone call! I messaged her and asked if I should take my kids to soccer practice that day, or maybe hang around closer to home instead. She told me to go about my life, and that she was still having contractions but that they were not regular or close together at this point. So…I did. :) I still had that funny feeling that something exciting was getting ready to take place.
I went to bed early that night, just in case. I set the phone on the nightstand next to my bed. Sure enough, at about 12:15am, I got a call from Bill, Robin’s husband, that she was having contractions, and that they were about 10 minutes apart. It still might be a while he said. I got up, stretched, threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and took off with my camera bags (and speedlight that I barely know how to use) in tow. I arrived at Bill & Robin’s house at about 1am. She was obviously having painful contractions when I got there, and I was a little nervous about getting in the way or being an annoyance with my camera. This was something I’d never witnessed from the outside, despite having 9 of my own children.
Robin was laboring in a birthing tub set up in the master bedroom. It was very dark – none of the usual abundant natural light I’m used to working with. The only light was coming from the adjacent closet. Everything was very calm and peaceful – nothing like the hospital births I myself have had. Total side note here, but if I ever have another baby, a home/waterbirth will be a very real consideration for me. :)
I cautiously crept into the room and took some pictures of my sweet friend in labor. I was amazed at her calmness and ability to control what I know well is very immense pain! Bill was standing by and applying counter-pressure on her back to help ease her contractions and helping her to breathe through them. They really make an amazing team – it’s no surprise as they teach Bradley Natural Childbirth classes here in town. :) Things were obviously progressing quite quickly – poor Grandma was worried that the midwife was not here yet – she had a few hour drive and was on her way still.
This photo is truly amazing to me – a new life enters the world.