This is the Home Birth and Fresh 48 Story of Sara and Ulla.
Sometimes the birth team misses a birth by moments, a baby is so independent and precipitous that they will wait for no-one. I immediately offered to come back in the morning and capture 3 big brothers meeting their little sister, and I am happy to have captured that quiet, intimate first day, and the rambunctiousness of a family on the second day.
Images shared with love and permission, words by mom, Sara.
the birth of this baby, solo and accidentally unassisted, happened so fast it stunned me. it stunned feldman. neither of us were ready and yet somehow, i was. my hands reached down to catch her, to cradle her as if they already knew the exact size and shape of her and laid her tiny being onto the bathroom floor with grace that came from nowhere i can name. meg had been called but not soon enough. her birth was missed by sheer moments
this was, for us, the year of ulla. it was the year of birthing her. my one and only home birth. it was the year of three little boys with unwavering patience turning overnight into big brothers and embracing their new role with as much grace as they could muster. it was year feldman and i became mom and dad yet again, this time with four mouths to feed, to house, to hold, to love tirelessly. and it was the year i asked a photographer to come and capture moments i had never had captured before. quiet ones. vulnerable ones. ones i get to look at as often as i am moved to do. ones i get to show her, them, us. i have waited a long time to share these. for a while i didn’t think i could, or should. they feel so private, so raw. but i love them and i adore the woman who took them, stepped into these very fresh post partum spaces with me and gave us these images. thank you Meg. you took an already birth photo obsessed mom and made her even more so.
the year of ulla. the morning after. my in-laws had graciously taken all the boys to their house for a sleepover so that i could have a quiet house to labor in and they kept them for a second night as well so that leigh and i could have a slice of precious newborn time to just smell her head and sleep.
my mother in law was kind enough to send each kiddo running up the stairs one at a time and shirtless, as per my request. i remember being nervous, i missed them and they were coming home to a new sibling, a sister. sebe said he didn’t know fingers could be that small. and they swooned in a way i wasn’t even prepared for. will never be fully prepared for, i suppose.
the heart is never really ready for monumentally emotional moments, even when you’ve been there before.
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