Some people flow in and out of you life like a vapor. Not Jenny. From the moment you meet her, you are pulled into her life, folded into her joy, and just like that you become friends as if you had already been so for all of your lives. She's the kind of person you love having as a friend and was clearly born to be a mother. She's also a doula, something that weaves in and out of her as she cares for her family, her children, her friends.
Ok. Let's just cut to the chase.
I absolutely adore Jenny. (eye heart emogis forevvvvvaaaaa)
I think we had decided that I would photograph her birth even before she was pregnant. So it warmed my heart that she asked me to fill in the roll of doula for her as well.
I got the call early in the afternoon and shimmied right over. Her birth was quick and her husband was a rock, so my first 'doula' gig was rather easy.
The presence of our dear doula friend Alexa from The Oxytocin Emporium (then, Heart 2 Heart Store) was strong. Her birth affirmation temporary tattoos, color-me birth affirmation banners, and beaded bracelets from Jenny's blessingway binding ceremony were all reminders of empowered and well supported birth wherever you looked.
I had picked gardenias for her from the back yard right after checking in with her when I arrived. Their heady floral aroma made the house and the birth room smell like heaven. But as we all know, strong smells don't last long in the presence of a birthing momma. So out they went after not too many surges.
After some private time with hubby we all heard "the sound" from the other room and I came in with the midwives and assistant to Jenny bearing down in a quiet, determined grace. A wrinkle of worry skitted across her forehead but was quickly erased by the words of the midwife, "It's just your baby, it's just your baby."
Speaking again, she said "Does daddy want to catch his baby?" And as he ran around the pool, family poured into the room to join in on the birth of sweet baby Evelyn.
Suck marks on her wrists from in utero.
The Placenta Tour given by a true placenta enthusiast! We learned that this marginal insertion of the umbilical cord is called Battledore instertion. Sounds pretty rad to me. Left to right: mother's side of the placenta (attached to inside of uterus; THAT is the size of the scar it leaves after it is delivered), Battledore insertion shown on baby's side of placenta, and hands spread in the amniotic sac to show where baby lived for 9 months.
Made with love, birthed by a goddess.
Congratulations and welcome Earthside, Evie.