“Of all the rights of women. The greatest is to be a mother.” – Lin Yutang
When I look at the beautiful little girl that Isabella has grown into, my heart hurts. I love that little girl so much. How could seven years have passed in the blink of an eye?
I remember the first contraction (I was getting a manicure), calling the doctor (meconium, yikes!), the drive to the hospital, walking up and down the hospital corridors, pain, contraction, pain. Keith was documenting everything. My sister, mom and mother-in-law drove up from Manhattan and were stuck in horrible rush hour traffic. But they made it. Just in time to go out to dinner and order me a turkey sandwich for after the delivery!
The time seemed to pass both slowly and quickly all at the same time.
Then it was time.
The hard labor was a big blur. Epidural. Effaced. Dilated. All these words that meant Isabella was about to enter this world. Pushing. Pushing. And then Isabella’s blood pressure dropped. My amazing mid wife was able to deliver this beautiful baby safely with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. She was fine. I was fine. The midwife held her up and she looked so perfectly perfect. I cried. I just couldn’t believe it.
I was overcome with emotion for this little baby that I had yet to hold but had carried with me for 41 weeks.
Those perfect little red rosebud lips, the swollen eyes, those feet that looked just like Keith’s, that pink soft skin, that delicious newborn baby smell, my little baby – all 6lbs 9oz of her. She had arrived.
The birth. You can never imagine how valuable these photos are to me. I choke up every time I look back at these images. The memories immediately come flooding back. I’m reminded of what I may have forgotten. All the details of the most important day of my life.
If I could give one gift to anyone I know who is pregnant, it would be the gift of birth photography. Thank you Keith. (well for more than just the pictures!)
And before I forget….Happy Birthday Isabella!