Writing this blog post leaves me a little lost for words. I'm not really sure where to start, so I'm starting two years ago. Two years ago, my family moved to Oahu from Colorado Springs. After two months without a home, we finally moved into our home on post. I looked out my bedroom window and saw cloth diapers hanging on my neighbor's clothes line. I shared a picture of it with my group of crunchy (or "crazy", depending on who you ask) friends and knew that my neighbor and I were going to get along great! We cloth diapered all three kids and I had a feeling she and I would have a lot in common. You wouldn't believe how much more we had in common than cloth diapers.
So, over the past two years, she and I grew to be close. And when I started doing birth photography and she was expecting a baby, it was kind of a no-brainer that I'd be there. How lucky have I been to have her as my neighbor and friend for these past two years? Thinking of us moving in the coming months tears me up.
Early during all of her labors, she and her family go out to eat and then prepare for the baby's arrival. This time was no different, but what was different was the labor. It went on for TWO days. The amount of strength and grace she showed during these two days of labor leaves me speechless, which is why I'm falling over my words writing it out. There aren't really words to describe it... but if you look at her photos and watch her video, you'll feel it.
The heartfelt note her daughter read to her while she labored that said that she didn't care if it was a boy or a girl as long as it was healthy. The way her husband encouraged her when she felt ready to give up. Their expressions when they learned that IT'S A BOY!