hospital birth

Lainey J. Birth Story

Raleigh Birth Photographer

The Birth of Lainey

A Fast Natural Hospital Birth of a Surprise Baby Girl

At Rex Women Center in Raleigh, NC

Lainey J. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth Photography | Natural Hospital birth story
Lainey J. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth Photography | Natural Hospital birth story
Lainey J. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth Photography | Natural Hospital birth story
Lainey J. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth Photography | Natural Hospital birth story

As an artist I always feel like my role is often to piece together the story for my moms and their partners. The birth process can be hazy and very focused obviously on the labor at hand. And the birth floods right into the newborn stage of sleepless nights and cluster feeding, so the looking back on the power of their birth story is often forgotten until much later. I hear all the time after I deliver images how, “they didn’t even remember that happening” and how thankful moms and partners are to have the photos to jog back their memory through the long days of parenthood. That really is one of the beautiful aspects of birth photography, the visual processor once you’ve had a moment to breath that helps you remember your power, sacrifice and true beauty in motherhood.

But something I’ve also tried to start doing is to grab perspective from the mom herself, see the story from her eyes too. My part fo story is driven by the pictures and emotions but hers is all encompassing and with a birth as fast and unexpected as this one I knew my images and words would just not do it justice! So i reached out to Katie herself to share her story and turns out she is an incredible storyteller and writer! Her down to earth writing and sense of humor grabs you and I just loved reading through her words over and over. She has such a beautiful way of telling the story of this day that goes along so perfectly (in my opinion) with the photos too!

Lainey’s Birth Story

Written by her beautiful mother, Katie

I must do the dishes

For about three weeks I struggled to sleep, often resorting to the couch where I would fall asleep in an

upright position around 3 a.m. It was not the most ideal situation, but at the time it was the most

comfortable. At some point I would wake up, stumble to bed and sleep until about 9:30 a.m. For the last

week I woke up every morning with disdain thinking, “Well, I’m still pregnant.”

As I laid in bed on July 23, I woke up before I opened my eyes, it was before 8 a.m. I was flat as a

pancake on my back, how I frequently ended up while sleeping with this babe, when it felt as though I

lost my bladder. But I had emptied my bladder in the 3 o’clock hour. I immediately grabbed a tissue and

Googled, “How to tell if your water is leaking.” Dr. Google informed me that the Internet had made me

stupid and I, in fact, knew what was happening. After all, I was five days away from my due date with my

sixth pregnancy, third baby.

I headed to the bathroom. Yes, I knew my bag of waters had broken, and today would be the day. Even

after two healthy deliveries I felt a pit of nervousness in my stomach. This baby was coming … and I

needed to do the dishes that had been left in the sink the night before. I mean, when I think of first-

world problems, it’s my damn dirty-dish-filled sink.

Oh, I need to text Hanna

I put a panty liner in my underwear – no, not even a real pad – and made my way to the kitchen. I was

half-way through cleaning the dishes when I realized I needed to tell someone that I was in labor. I

immediately picked up the phone and sent a text to my best friend of 16 years, my husband of 11 years.

No, of course I didn’t. I sent a text to my birth photographer Hanna. It was 7:52 a.m. THEN I sent a text

to Jake, my husband.

Because I was on a roll of doing things I didn’t really need to worry with, I picked up a few art projects

from a camp Kaege completed two years ago and snapped photos of them so I could throw them away.

One less thing. Back to Jake … I didn’t pick up the phone. Nope, just casually sent him another text

asking if he planned to come home because I could just keep him posted as he continued to work. He

was coming home. As Jake walked in the door Kaege and Lawson were waking up. I’m not sure who told

them I was in labor and I’m not really sure how they responded, but they had come home early from

visiting Grandma and Papou in Florida in anticipation of the baby’s arrival, so I know they were excited.

Make an appointment

Because we were old pros at this parenting thing, we had no clue how to proceed next. Birthing class,

hospital tours and asking practical questions are so first-time parent moves. Because I hate to talk on

the phone, Jake called Rex hospital and asked if we needed to head to the hospital. Did I mention I

hadn’t had a contraction yet? As he called, I realized that the panty liner was in fact NOT made for

preggo women whose waters were leaking. Who knew?

I headed to the bathroom while Jake called my OB’s office, as directed by the hospital. I could overhear

him talking as they told him I needed to make an appointment. WTF? An appointment? Because we all

knew the baby would wait. The receptionist asked him how long it would take to get there, and he told

them 15 minutes. By this time he was standing in front of me on the phone as I sat on the toilet – and I

was 100 percent certain, and unable to deny it any longer, that my bag of waters was leaking. You

wouldn’t know I have a master’s degree, huh?

He responded, “9:15 a.m.,” as to simultaneously confirm

with them and ask me. I asked him what time it was – it was 9 a.m. Oh, ok. I thought they were going to

throw a 3 p.m. appointment at me. The woman on the line told him that it was fine if we were late.

I put on one of my favorite maternity outfits, a gray flowered top and a GAP jean skirt. It was the last

time I’d be sporting a maternity outfit, so I was going out in style – and comfort. We walked out the

front door and Jake took the last photo with my boys in my arms and a baby in my belly. It was 9:11 a.m.

You’re gonna go see my wife

We made it to my OB’s office and into a room relatively quickly. I vaguely remember the drive and I

definitely don’t remember the walk into the building. At this time my contractions had started, but they

were soft, and felt like a warm heat moving across my abdomen. I remember looking and talking with

Jake in the room as we waited for a doctor, but I don’t recall what was said. I wish I did.

My favorite doctor, Dr. Brimmage, walked into the room. Damn. Guess he wouldn’t be delivering my

baby. He said he would do a quick cervix check and test me to see if my bag of waters was in fact

leaking. Ha. Not necessary. As he pulled back from the cervix check I could feel more fluid come out. I

waited until he was out of the room before I asked Jake to hand me a tissue to clean myself. I was

dilated 4 cm and 70 percent effaced.

A few short minutes later, Dr. Brimmage opened the door and said, “You’re gonna go see my wife.” She

was the doctor on call. He was on call tomorrow but said he didn’t think I’d make it that long. I did

wonder if I could will the labor to wait. I told Dr. Brimmage that his wife was the only doctor in the

practice that I hadn’t met but that I looked forward to meeting her.

What are they waiting for?

We walked out of the Women’s Center to take the short stroll on the sidewalk to the Birthing Center

and I asked Jake to stop and take a picture of us. It was 10:21 a.m. and it’s the last photo I have on my

phone of us before the baby’s birth.

We walked into the Birthing Center, went upstairs and then checked in at a desk as if we were getting a

hotel room. They sent us to a waiting area that was in a different location than we had been with

Lawson nearly seven years ago. There were three or four other couples there. I decided to wait, standing

against the wall across from the seated area. It was 10:29 a.m. and I informed Hanna – remember our

birth photographer and the first to know of my waters – that my contractions were present but not

consistent yet. I wanted to ask her to come to the hospital straightaway. My gut told me to ask her to

come, but I am a rule follower to the core, and she waits until active labor (5 cm and when contractions are consistent) so I hushed my gut

and followed the book.

As we stood waiting for a room, we began to send out texts to parents and close friends. We text our

parents. We reached out to Cindy and Carl and asked them to go be with our boys since we knew Jake

wouldn’t be home for a while. I told a great friend and my Pure Barre instructor Denise that baby was

coming!

As I began shooting out texts my body began shooting out consistent contractions. I grabbed onto the

bar along the wall and would bear down as they would come. Sweat began to pour out of my body and

while I didn’t regret selecting the outfit I did, I did regret that you could see the armpit sweat stains in

my shirt. Something that my mother-in-law so lovingly pointed out later. Thanks. Meanwhile, the other

preggo mamas, all sitting there dolled up with make-up and hair done so perfectly and contraction-less,

were called one-by-one back to their rooms. It was fine. I was ready to have the baby in the hallway.

Put the gown on and get in bed

I was finally called back to make my way to a birthing room. I hadn’t brought my bag because

remember, old pros here, so Jake had to go back to the car and get it.

A few days earlier I had bought nearly every sports bra Motherhood Maternity sold and I came prepared

to birth this baby in the most perfect, and elegant bra. To me it screamed bold and sexy. The very two

words I think of during my previous labor experiences. No. Not at all. But this one was different. It was

my last and it was going to be on digital “film,” so I was ready. And Jake went to go get this all-

empowering bra.

But as he walked back in the birthing room, I was already in the dreaded hospital gown and the ugliest

color gripper socks that have been created. They were a vivid sky-ish blue with pure white grippers and

came up to mid-calf. My calves are huge. I was so glad these socks could highlight this feature of my

body. Who buys this stuff? Could they at least coordinate with the nasty smock I have to throw on? My

attire was now dictated by my nurse and even my wedding rings had to come off.

Because I had a C-section with Kaege [nearly 10 YEARS AGO] I was considered higher-risk and required

to be ready for an emergency C-section. If my VBAC with a 10-lbs. baby didn’t rupture my uterus, I think

this one would have been fine. I also was told to get in the hospital bed. There would be no birthing

upright for me.

Go get something to eat

The nurse began to do the normal check-in procedures – have me sign a few things that pre-registration

didn’t cover (I wasn’t completely unprepared for this experience), and some other things that obviously

are not important because I don’t remember them. She then started to put my IV into my left arm. I

warned her that my veins are close to the surface and they roll, but she still blew out my vein with her

first attempt. At that point the contractions were tough, but that hurt! With the IV successfully in, I

began my first (and what ended up being my only) bag of antibiotics for group b strep. This was the first

time I had tested positive, so it was a new experience for me.

As I sat, chained to a bed, attached to an IV, in an ugly outfit, I told Jake to run up to Chick-fil-A and get

some lunch. Because I had called him at work so early he didn’t have breakfast and I knew he’d get a

queasy stomach if he didn’t eat something. And we had been to that Chick-fil-A before for a couple of

lunch dates and it was a good one. He told me no but said he was going to go check the vending

machine. He wasn’t gone long before he returned with a Mountain Dew and a pack of nuts.

Before this pregnancy Mountain Dew was my drug of choice, now I could barely tolerate it so it wasn’t a

big deal. However, I told my mom at 12:11 p.m. that they wouldn’t let me drink anything, so I asked her

to drink a Chick-fil-A Coke for me. This baby loved fountain Coca-Cola from Chick-fil-A. Me? Not so

much.

I guess I’m sitting up

It was 12:09 p.m. and I sent a text to Hanna to keep her informed. I could ask for an epidural at any time

but hadn’t yet. And they still hadn’t checked my cervix so I couldn’t update any further.

Up to this time I was having some strong, but manageable contractions. I’ve done Pure Barre for years

and the breathing techniques were allowing me to handle them relatively easy. For a moment I even

thought that maybe I could do this without an epidural, something I NEVER thought I could – or even

wanted – to do. I felt God with me, and I knew He was giving me His strength.

Within a blink my contractions became intense and Jake asked if I could get an epidural. He has always

been good at determining when I’ve had enough and speaking for me. The nurse said she was going to

ask for one but was waiting to hear back from the lab on my bloodwork. She then told me to lie back so

she could check my cervix. She did an aggressive check and as she pulled away from me, I could feel the

remainder of my bag of waters follow her. I remember giving Jake a side glance with my eyes, following

with my head. At that point, I knew. I just knew. It was 12:50 p.m. and I was still dilated to 4 cm.

Jake asked me if I wanted him to text Hanna and I told him, “Yes.”

He sent her a text:

“Jake here. "They’re about to do epidural. Contractions are very regular and about 2 min apart. 4cm”

I wanted to tell her to get in the car but, again, I was only at 4 cm. The pain from the contractions

increased ten-fold and the nurse began to prep me for an epidural so I would be ready when the

anesthesiologist came in the room. She asked if I could sit up and I then asked if I could remain laying

down. She said not for the epidural, and I said, “Well I guess I’m sitting up.”

Hanna Here, I wanted to also add that my response was “K, let her get the epi and see if she can rest a bit. Let me know when they check her again or if things start to progress after the epidural” From my side of things contractions were still spaced out and she was hoping to get settled and comfy in their room. But I was fully ready to walk out the door.

The next text I received was 6 minutes later “no time for epi, baby on the way” I was in the car in under 2 minutes (20 minutes away)

Get me a hairband

I somehow sat up. Maybe Jake and the nurse helped me, maybe I did it on my own. As the nurse pulled

my legs around to hang off the side of the bed a flash of heat surged through my body. It was if every

pore in my body has a sweat bead sitting on its surface. She was quick to notice and asked if I had a hair

band. I told Jake to get my purse and with my eyes closed, focusing on the contractions, I reached in

with my left hand to grab a spare that I kept in there. She came behind me and pulled my hair into a

ponytail to get it off my drenched body.

As another contraction hit, I pushed my palms down on each side of my hips as I lifted my torso. I told

the nurse, “I feel like I need to push.” It was 1:01 p.m. She quickly came around to face me and asked if I

could lean back so she could check me. I couldn’t. I felt stuck in the position. I just wanted the pain to

stop. I took a breath and leaned back slightly. She was probably pushing my body back too, but we’ll just

pretend I was compliant.

I kept my head down, but I could feel the room door open. That’s when the nurse said, “I feel the head.”

The anesthesiologist promptly made a U-turn out of the room and I fell to my left side on the bed. It was

1:03 p.m. I kept my legs open, feet pressed to the bed and I prepared for another contraction. In that

moment I was thankful that Hanna was not there because I was not handling this labor gracefully. It was

not bold. It was not empowering. It was fast. It was intense. And it was painful. In my head I told God

that I was not strong enough for this and I needed Him to completely take over. And He did.

She doesn’t know what she’s having

I think Jake was at my left side and the nurse to my right as she called for help. Within seconds the room

was flooded with people and someone pulled me down onto my back. A different nurse bent my right

knee and shifted it toward my ear. I’m not sure if I followed suit with my left or if another nurse was

there doing the same. With one push, the baby came out past its shoulders. The doctor – yes, there was

a doctor who came in to catch the baby. I had never met her and didn’t even really see her, but I didn’t

care. It could have been the janitor so long as this baby came out – told me that I didn’t have to wait for

another contraction to push. She said it looked pretty uncomfortable and a simple push would do it. I

wanted to wait for a contraction so I could rest, but it was uncomfortable, almost a burning sensation so

I took a breath and pushed the baby out. It was 1:07 p.m.

They immediately put the baby on my chest and covered it with the standard hospital baby blanket to

keep it warm. I put my arms around it but didn’t immediately focus on the baby. I was in shock from the

events of the past 17 minutes. I held onto the baby and took some deep breaths, in through my nose

and out through my mouth, to really take in what just happened. Seriously 17 minutes.

It felt like I had the baby on my chest for at least a minute or two (but a picture snapped by Jake proved

it was much shorter), when my nurse said, “She doesn’t know what the baby is.” Since I didn’t have the

opportunity to meet Dr. Briscoe before she ran in to catch it, she didn’t know that baby’s gender was a

surprise to me. In my head I answered, “It’s a boy,” envisioning a little penis under that hospital blanket.

“Oh,” replied Dr. Briscoe. “It’s a girl!”

Shut-up

Jake swears I spent the next few minutes repeating “shut-up.” I remember no such thing. As Dr. Briscoe

finished saying “It’s a girl,” my head snapped left to look at Jake for confirmation. I couldn’t believe it.

And even as I write this recollection a year later, I still can’t believe we have a baby girl in our family. I

came to the hospital with a little boy’s outfit for the baby to wear home. I came to the hospital with a

killer list of boy names in tow. But I left with the sweetest little girl I could have ever hoped and prayed

for.

I pulled this new baby girl further up to my chest and tried to take in every moment. She was fiery and

loud. And I was elated.

I’m in a black polo

Even as things had progressed so quickly, Jake had kept Hanna informed and after a text at 1:01 p.m.

that baby was on its way, she got in her car and made it to the hospital lobby by 1:35 p.m. She had only

ever met with me so as Jake went downstairs to greet her, he identified himself with clothing as if they

were on a blind date. I’m sure Hanna is used to it, but I thought it was funny and still have the text

conversation between them on my phone.

Hanna came up to my room and immediately started taking pictures. I so wish she could have been

there to capture the labor and mostly the shock on my face, but I think she captured the joy I felt. I was

secretly trying not to be too excited because boys are great, too, but to know what it’s like to have both

sons and a daughter is something I never thought I’d be able to experience and it’s special.

Finishing a chapter

I love surprises. But it’s hard to surprise me. Somehow, I always manage to find out a surprise and ruin it

for myself. But not this time, God had the ultimate surprise planned for me. Our fertility journey has

been a long and difficult road for me. I have experienced pure joy and unconditional love, and I have

also experienced loss, pain, resentment and anger. But in the end His plan is always greater than mine.

The pain that may come from that plan may not be easy, but it’s always better than my own.

Unless God changes our hearts, Lainey has completed our family. It’s both saddening and refreshing.

While it’s difficult to leave this part of our journey behind, we are thankful for the six children God has

blessed us with – three that we enjoy each day and three we will meet someday. Until then, I’m going to

go give my babies another kiss.

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Milly L. Birth Story

A Beautifully Fast Natural Hospital Birth in

Cary, NC

| Milly L. Birth Story

With almost every birth, mom goes through a series of plans and hopes that she wants to include in her experience. Answering questions of where to birth, how to birth, who will be present etc. But the crazy yet beautiful part of birth is how unpredictable is can be. One moment you're filling up a tub for a home birth and the next you are sitting in a hospital bed. As much as we love to plan it out and wish our plans into reality, sometimes birth, babies and bodies have a mind of their own. 

The day I met Amber and Chad was pretty crazy. They had randomly called me a few days before and were due in under 5 days. They were in a bit of a panic/rush to find a new birth photographer since other options had fallen through. Amber's previous birth had been early and fast so they really had no time to wait, they just wanted to meet and get something confirmed. I came over to their home office the very next day and they confirmed on the spot. 

Days went by, every morning I would wake up thinking I was missing it but Amber would text me to say all was good and still no notable contractions. So i went on with my days, did some family sessions and made sure those families knew I may have to rush off at any moment. But still Amber's due date came and went and we waited and texted almost everyday. Our local Baby Co. birth center went on a diversion earlier this year. Amber had been hoping to deliver there after having to deliver at a hospital with her first. So with each text we also hoped and prayed that Baby co. would lift their diversion just in time to let Amber birth at their center. 

One evening our friends asked us out to a local Blues club. Chris and I love going out with friends but rarely find the time during the week days. But this Wednesday we were down and Chris had just finished his semester so we wanted to celebrate. Of course that was going to be the night of this little one's arrival. The moment we walked into our home after dancing with our friends and enjoying live music, I got the text from Amber that they were heading to the birth center. My mode immediately changed and I was in birth photog zone. I got changed and packed and wondered if I should wait for a follow up text. (Often I like to wait till mom gets some sort of check or conversation with their care provider since I like to be there only once active labor starts)  But I included the phrase, "but let me know if things start to progress quickly on the car ride" I am so glad i said that because within about 10 minutes Amber responded with basically, "this baby is coming" I got in the car immediately. 

I met them and their sweet midwife from Baby Co. in the Lobby of Wake Med Cary. (unfortunately the diversion had not been lifted at this point, but the incredible midwives of Baby Co. were still committed to caring for Amber while delivering at the hospital) I was waiting for a few minutes before they all walked in, Amber in obvious active labor and trying to move as quickly through paperwork as humanly possible. 

We all rushed into the room. Chad was completely devoted, sacrificial and loving throughout every contraction. He whispered words of truth and strength to her when she needed it.

My favorite moment was when amber said, "I can't do this." and He gently replied, "you already are."

They worked together like a team and thats one of the most beautiful things to see in a birth space.

Amber was fierce and so sweet I could not handle it. She would breath through an exceptionally hard contraction and then in the short moments between smile and laugh at the random joke given by the nurse. She had such a sense of purpose and joy as she labored her daughter into the world. She was determined, the move fearlessly through her contractions and to let her body release the tension as much as possible.  

That baby was in Amber's arms within 1 hour of checking into the hospital. Her contractions moved from ready to more ready to pushing all within 40 minutes of each other and she brought little Milly earth side so smoothly and gracefully! The incredible support from their midwife at Wake med Cary and their midwife from Baby co. truly blew me away. Amber was able to labor fully natural and pretty hands off. I know Amber had hoped for a birth center birth but in the end the care that surrounded her was truly perfect. She was able to feel safe with her choices which in my experience should always be an important goal for birth.

Sweet Milly was born Happy, healthy and snuggly. Amber and Chad had waited to find out the gender and when little Milly was lifted up, there was just a sweet resounding cry of, "it's Milly." Amber's reaction of joy was one of my favorites of all time, pure laughter and joy that now she had a little girl. 

The day we had all first met I remember them telling me that while dating they had talked about names they would want for their children. They agreed on two names, 1 boy and one girl. Elias and Milly, and now they have both. That thought kept ringing in my head as I was photographing that first hour of all three of them together. 

There story was riddled with the unpredictable beauty of birth. But Amber and Chad stayed strong and flexible in the face of changes. I was able to do my very first fusion birth video for them. I'll link it first for those who want to take a look at their story or if you want a reason to cry :P Stay tuned as well for their Fresh 48 session where little Milly meets her older brother Elias for the first time. Gosh I love this family's story so much!

Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photographer
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L. Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photography
Milly L Birth Story | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Durham Birth and Family Photography

Noah M. Birth Story

Noah M. Birth Story

A Peaceful Hospital birth in Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Addison H. Fresh 48

I love getting to capture one family in different seasons of their story. From maternity to birth to newborn, each season has a different personality and energy. I got to meet this sweet family right before little Addison made her earth side appearance at their Maternity session. I got to capture them in their home snuggling up and preparing for their little girl to come and rock their world. Addison was going to be their first little one so it's definitely expected to go through a bit of awkwardness when it comes to celebrating with photography a little one you haven't met before. But I kept telling them both that once she was here this type of thing would immediately become easier. It's just a lot more natural to adore on a beautiful baby than just a growing baby bump (especially for new dads)

So I was not surprised to show up at the hospital right after Addison was born to see both mom and dad completely in their natural place. So much joy and comfortability filled the room. Nothing mattered (especially not me photographing them) because now their sweet little girl was in their arms. It's a beautiful transition to get to capture from all the curiosity and unsurity of pregnancy with your first to meeting your little one and getting to know them for the first time. Being overwhelmed with joy and praise at the tiniest little noises and faces. 

I was so honored to capture this family's story from Maternity to Fresh 48. Seeing the beautiful joy and change one little person can bring into the world. 

Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family Photographer
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography
Addison H. Fresh 48 | Hanna Hill Photography | Raleigh Birth and Family photography

The Mystery

The Mystery

Four Commonly Asked Questions About Birth Photography?