When I was asked to come back and photograph the birth of the second baby for this family, I was honored. Having been there for the birth of their first son, I knew how strong Meg was, but witnessing the birth of Isaac had me completely in awe. When she first texted me at 7 am to let me know she was having consistent contractions and was heading into the hospital, I said “okay… let me know where you are once they check you”, and hopped in the shower. The next text I got said simply “I’m at 7″, and I pretty much ran straight out the door.
I was amazed when I got there that Meg was still smiling and laughing and walking through her contractions, at one point cracking the nurses up as she pretended to do jumping jacks. The hours stretched along without much progress, until finally in the afternoon things started moving, and quickly. Meg was amazing. Her husband did such a great job supporting her at the end when the contractions became unbearable. The nurse there that day was incredible.
The most overwhelming thing ever though was hearing Isaac’s first tiny cry. No matter how many times I’ve done it, witnessing the birth of a baby is the most humbling, moving, miraculous experience ever.