The Birth of Isabelle

I recently had the very special and unique experience to photograph a birth for the first time. I’ve worked with Sarah’s family many times over the years and when she shared with me that she was expecting her third child, I instantly jumped at the chance to be there for the birth. I wasn’t sure what to expect, as we all know babies arrive into the world without following any sort of timeline or frame that can be counted on. Sarah had correctly anticipated that she’d go into labor before her October due date.

I got the call around 8pm on the evening of the 26th of September and hopped into my car and headed to Sarah’s house, roughly 40 minutes away. I got a message almost halfway there that her water had broken and I began to get worried that maybe I’d miss Isabelle’s arrival, as Sarah’s previous deliveries had gone quickly.

Thankfully, I got there with plenty of time to be a fly on the wall and witness it all. Amazing. Truly, honestly, amazing. The atmosphere was calm, quiet and very focused, with Sarah quietly concentrating and peaceful through each and every contraction.  The midwife and her crew hovered quietly, working together to prepare, anticipate and give care to Sarah. Sarah’s parents were in and out, mostly her mom standing by just being present. A cousin, Shannon, helpful with getting water, and checking on the two older children sleeping in the other room. And Sarah’s husband, Darwin, started his day across the country in Boston, arriving at home just a couple hours before Izzy was born. He too was calm, present and by Sarah’s side as she labored.

Sarah’s older son and her dad both share a birthday on September  27th, so we were wondering if Isabelle would share a birthday with her brother and grandpa. But the little peanut decided she wanted her own birthday and arrived at 11:55pm on the 26th.

Take a moment, turn up the volume on your computer and watch the beauty of this story unfold. (And because I love big images, make sure to watch it on full-scale!!)

These are the most life-giving photos I’ve taken to date.

Some of my very favorites.

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The Birth of Izzy from hannah elvrum on Vimeo.

Family Tree

***I’ve spent most of the day editing photos for a beautiful wedding I shot a few weeks ago and as I’ve been listening to music while I edit, I can’t but help think about my own wedding and family. So much. So very much has happened since that hot August day in 2008. And the last couple days have been emotional for me, for all of us really. We’re a steady, strong group, but surely tangled. So when Jewel’s Family Tree came on, it seemed fitting for everything that’s been going on. It’s really a gorgeous song. Worth a google and a minute to listen to.
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Family Tree
by Jewel

Mama, I see your face now in the mirror
It’s getting clearer
Daddy, all those things I said I wouldn’t do
I’ve been drawn to ’cause I looked up to you
And I’ve loved you through this tangled legacy
Tracing the twisted roots of our family tree

I stayed strong like you did
I moved on like you did
And I wound up tough as stone like you did
If I don’t learn to bend I know I’m going to break
Like you did

Lover, I must forgive you
I confused you with what I couldn’t see inside of me
Dark things pulling, not evolving
It made a puppet out of me
And you came with your own history
Both caught in the branches of our family tree

I stayed strong like you did
I moved on like you did
And I wound up all alone like you did
If I don’t learn to bend, I know I’m gonna break just like you did

I love you but I need to look at who we’ve been
Take the fruit but choose the seeds I scatter in the wind
That’s the job of the kid: to do better than our parents did

So I’ll stay strong like you did
And I’ll move on like you did
But I won’t hide from the truth like you did
I’m learning to bend so I won’t break
And you can bet I’ll teach my child that love will always find a way just like you did

A Year Later….

 

 

Forever a favorite image of my grandma holding Maggie when she was a wee baby. A year gone by and I still miss her. A lot. This is what love looks like. Cross-generational happiness.