Before we even knew we were officially expecting our fifth child, I knew that it was important to document every thing I possibly could. You think you will remember it all. How can something so profound and life changing such as the birth of your child and those first fleeting months ever possibly be forgotten? And truthfully you do remember so much, but you also remember so little. The details slip through the cracks. They nestle down in the crevices and settle there. Now and again, when your children are older something will come flooding back triggered by a smell, or maybe a song. If you have a great memory maybe you will do just a bit better than I have.
My first baby was a bit of a blur and each baby after that a little more so. I distinctly hold onto tidbits of my pregnancy. When I try to recall everything though, there is a bit of fuzz that just hangs in like a fine settling of dust. When I try to call up specific memories I get a highlight reel, but I am not in the thick of it.
Photography is my trigger.
When I go through old baby portraits and images of my children, especially those celebrating milestones it really brings it all back in for me. When we found out we were expecting Ezra, I messaged one of my wonderful local photographer friends, Lindsey Bergstrom who is an incredible lifestyle photographer and a very special soul indeed and she agreed to photograph his birth. Despite what society may say, our fifth baby’s birth was just as special as our first. We celebrate each one of these little people on equal footing. They all matter so much. We do everything we can to show these sweet little ones of ours that birth order and coming from a large family have no bearing on the people we are sending into this world someday. That we celebrate them each and all. That we have enough love for every one of their sweet souls.
We chose this life and to have a big family. They will forever be a blessing and not a burden.
Ezra was born on November 16th, 2013. We welcomed him into this world six days shy of his due date. I had been in early labor for a couple of days. I managed it for the most part but when I began having a hard time sleeping through the contractions I knew it was inevitable. Labor was progressing beautifully and I spent that time in and out of bed, loving on my children and rocking and swaying through my contractions. When I began feeling the nausea, I knew it was time to head to the hospital. We got there in good time because Ezra was ready to make his sweet debut into this world.
After fifteen minutes of pushing Ezra William was born at 7 lbs 15 ounces and he was just shy of 21 inches. He had fine strawberry blonde hair (just barely any though,) and big blue eyes.
They put him on my chest and he nursed right away.
And he stayed there skin to skin, close to my heart for over an hour. I got snuggle him and love all over him.
He came so fast that our birth photographer couldn’t make it in time, but she photographed our family within our first 24 hours together and the images still bring tears to my eyes. They will be cherished for a long time to come.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.