Logan's Pregnancy Journey
I remember the moment when Logan first told me she was pregnant.
Logan was telling me some story about something that was going on at the time (which turns out wasn’t true, just a distraction), and then casually said she had bought a shirt that didn’t fit her and wanted to know if I wanted it. I said sure, and turned around while I took off my hoodie. When I turned back around, she was holding up a onsie that said, “I’m sassy like my aunt”. Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming and jumping, and a whole lot of “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh. My. GOD!”
I had a million ideas for pictures! Everything from her maternity pictures, birthing photos, and newborn pictures. I ordered all the props that I thought I was going to need, and even invested in a flash for the birth pictures (which I don’t usually use flash). Now, I have had experience taking maternity pictures and some newborn pictures; however, I have never seen anyone give birth, let alone take birth pictures. So of course I began researching and Pinteresting birth pictures. Which, in turn, gave me the heebie jeebies and I began to think there was NO WAY I could do this! But I had 9 months to get mentally prepared, that’s plenty of time...right?
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. The second I got the phone call she was starting to go into labor, I was freaking out. I’m not ready for this! Oh my God! She’s going to have a baby--THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! These thoughts kept swirling in my head and made my stomach have knots, up until the moment I walked into her hospital room.
It was quiet, and dimly light. Everyone was there patient and silent. Nothing like what the movies depict. Lisa, Logan’s mother, greeted me with a smile and a hug. She whispered to me that we needed to be quiet because Logan’s ears were sensitive due to the meds (weird, right?). I walked over to her bedside where J, he husband, was holding her hand and rubbing her leg. You could tell she was uncomfortable and in pain.
I made my spot right next to her beside, and a few minutes later, she was ready to start pushing. J and I worked together and passed wash clothes back and forth to keep them cold for Logan each time she pushed. Almost 2 hours later, I set down the wash clothes and picked up the camera as Ezra was about to make his grand entrance into this world. I went into full-on photographer mode and separated myself from the situation, or else I probably would’ve freaked out from all that was going on, and I needed to stay calm!
The rest was kind of a blur, it all happened so fast. But it was just as amazing as it was crazy. One second it’s just the two of them, and the next, there’s three of them. Their small family just a little bigger. J was laughing with joy and some tears as Logan was holding their baby for the first time. After nine long months, they finally got to meet their son face to face. He’s here, this is real, their lives will be forever changed. There could not have been more love in that room that night when Ezra was born.
Rachel
