This is an unusually personal post for my blog but hopefully something enjoyably different…
For about three months I’d been planning on documenting the arrival of our newest little boy by photographing from the first contractions through labour and birth, capturing his first seconds in the world – all with Sophie’s consent of course! Most people were a little horrified that she was allowing me to take my camera within 100 miles of her while she was in labour but she was completely up for it.
We both knew this was the last time (most probably) we’d be going through this, and for me as a photographer the last time I’ll have the chance to capture something so life changing in my own family.
Of course, when the moment came and her waters broke in the car at 7:30pm on Tuesday 18th October a little bit of panic set in and I very nearly gave up on the idea. I’m so very glad I didn’t.
Here’s what happened next from our arrival home, Casper’s hasty departure to Nana’s (completely unaware anything was happening) and our short stay at Wythenshawe Hospital including Felix’s grand entrance just before 10:30pm…
Casper came home about 2pm the next day to meet his little brother. He was instantly head-over-heels in love. We cried.
I can’t even explain how much these photos mean to me and Sophie, and what I’m sure they’ll mean to Casper and Felix as they grow up. We’re having them made into an album and they’ll only become more treasured as time passes.
Events of the last seven days, including the sudden and unexpected loss of my wonderful Grandad last Thursday, have reinforced for me the importance of capturing the people and moments so precious to us. I don’t have anywhere near enough photos of Grandad, certainly not recent ones, and I’ll be making more of an effort to capture the life and love around me in the future – you should do the same. Trust me, you’ll be so glad you did.