The Huftons! Jeremy and my dear Huz where high school pals, and here we all are met in the sunny(ish) patches of February in the Southwest from the cold winters of the northeast. Maren grew up not far from me, and I wonder – when you grow up, bathing in all this sunshine, what more could you want then to raise your children in the embrace of a mild, coastal yummy winter sun! And so! Upon our arrival in the home state of my roots, the Beans and the Huftons were fast friends. And I am honored to show them to you, and Bennet and now Ellie.
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When I started shooting weddings, it was a revelation. Having been married myself, to a man I consider to be my soul mate, having struggle through high times and low times, through sickness and in health, through our own baggage and the complexities we add to each other, weddings are about more than a day to me. It’s about the promise of things to come. That the person you care about most in the world will always have your back, and you will always have theirs. To know what that truly means makes me a passionate photographer of peoples weddings.
And now, after 9 months of pregnancy, 86 hours of labor, and one very beautiful 9.5 lb baby later, to call photographing a birth a revelation feels an understatement. (btw if you are pregnant and due in april, Birth Photography is 1/2 off ) I’m very thankful to have made a new friend upon moving here to California, in Courtney and Erin (erinheartscourt.com). Courtney was about a month behind me in her pregnancy, and we made a deal on our first lady date that we would trade birth photography. Little did she know what she was in for on my end – but she was there to photograph the most intense part of our journey – in all it’s incredible, . As for her, she was (thankfully, as I regained my strength) 2 weeks overdue despite her efforts to evict the little one. She started her induction that morning, and progressed slowly and erratically. I got a text from Erin – they just broke her water, she’s at 4cm. Here I am, thinking it will be hours before they needed us, planning to go to dinner in Pasadena and wait for their call. I texted back something about heading out in an hour or two. The next text I got back said only, 7cm. Yipes! So Huz, Uma and I jumped in the car and raced to Pasadena – 40 minutes away. 8cm. I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to make it, and I think they might have thought the same. I jumped out of the car and left Huz to strap Uma to his chest, and raced to their room. She was at a 9 last time they checked and was feeling ready to push. One hour later from when I walked into the door, this little half Court and half Erin came into the world, purple and bloody, and a girl (they kept it a surprise!). Avellana. Avi. So amazing.
To be there with Courtney and Erin was so amazing. We haven’t known each other long, but to have been there for each other during these incredible times, to have photographed each other in these, the most passionately difficult and amazing experiences of our lives is a bond that I’ll always cherish. I’m so grateful Courtney’s given me the go ahead to share these images with you. They are my favorites. I can’t wait to get Uma and Avi together for their first lady date!
I know it’s been a little slow around here lately. I think that in all the time I’ve kept this blog, this is the longest period that has passed in which I haven’t posted anything. Usually this time of year, as things start to wind down and I find myself with a good chunk of time to spare, I’m posting blogs almost every day. But this year, not so much. I promise, I have a good excuse .
I’ve been busy, creating this little one.
Her name is Uma Vivienne. She was born on February 13th, after 4 days of intense labor. She was 9 lbs 7 oz and 22 inches the moment I pulled her to my chest, and she was worth every moment my body gave over to create her. She was 2 weeks yesterday, and I’m getting back the the office work in a limited capacity. She’s a big girl, and I had a rough delivery, so I’m still recovering, and spend much of my days doing work in bed with her wrapped in my arms between me and my computer.
I look at her and can’t imagine she was ever inside of me. 9 months of pregnancy suddenly feel so surreal, and this little creature that I’ve been left with feels like she’s always been right here singled next to me in bed. I suppose she has been for quite some time, though I couldn’t see her, or smell her hair, or nuzzle her face. Mostly she could poke at me, and sometimes I would poke back. She has his nose and lips. She has my hands, ears and eyebrows. I think she has my eyes too, but it’s too soon to tell. She has long eyelashes. She has long fingers and toes and big feet. And this morning we discovered her belly button!
But without further adieu, I’d like to introduce to you, my daughter. Uma.
As I embark upon these last few weeks of my own pregnancy, I try to imagine the face of the little girl growing inside of me. And despite the 3d scans of her big eyes and full lips, it’s hard to translate that gold, glowing figure into a small flesh made creature. I dream about her, she looks like my baby pictures in those dreams, but I never seem to get a very good grasp of her face.
Logan decided, on his very due date, that it was time to be born RIGHT NOW. After a 3 hour labor late Halloween night, after braving downtown NYC Halloween traffic, Logan shot out like a torpedo only an hour after Carla and Charlie got to the hospital. I was pretty surprised when I got a text from Carla, November 1st, with a picture of this little man who looks like her. Logan. Such a handsome boy. And so punctual!
I feel so lucky to have not only been able to photograph this journey with Carla and Charlie and their new baby boy, but to be going through the same journey, a few steps behind, was pretty neat. To see Carla become a mother, to see Charlie become a father, when I first met them they were two people in love and now they are parents. It’s a remarkable transformation, and watching them, and photographing their son, makes me so excited for what lies ahead.
Also, side note, little Logan was awake for his whole session! We kept him calm by blowing the blow drier on him. Magic!