Sometimes, SOMETIMES I wish all I photographed was births. Can you imagine? Birth Portraits by Sarah Maren Photography was it for me? I would just run from birth to birth witnessing the every day miracle of life. I think I would probably be a much more awesome person if this was my only job. But, then maybe those every day miracles would get less miraculous? I don’t know. Probably not. Babies are awesome. Families are awesome. Yeah, I think I would probably be more awesome too. But, since that is not my only job, in fact it is the thing I probably photograph the least – birth photography is one of the greatest joys of my life. And when I get to photograph the birth of some clients who are really more my friends than my clients now – well – that is just icing on the very awesome cake. Summer and Greg are some of my favorite people ever. They are what I like to call Legacy Clients. I met Summer during my first ever boudoir marathon. She rocked her boudoir session like a beast and I instantly fell in love with her. She is so funny and charming and pretty much just wonderful. When she called me not long after to tell me she was engaged I was beyond excited. To be a part of her wedding was amazing. She and Greg are delightful together. They have wonderful families and great friends. So when Summer told me she was having a baby! Well, I was over the moon. When she asked me to be there to photograph her sweet baby boy getting born I couldn’t say yes fast enough! After months of texts and phone calls I finally got the one that said Summer was in labor. It was late at night, and she hadn’t gone to the hospital yet. She told me she would text me when they were on the way to the hospital so I settled in to get some shut eye. I was SO nervous about missing the birth because of, you know, MISSING THE LAST BIRTH I was supposed to photograph, that my rest was fitful at best and filled with crazy dreams about babies and missing things. When I woke with a start at 5am I grabbed my phone to find no messages. I got up and got going about my day. I was just about to get my running clothes on when the text came in. They were headed to the hospital. I grabbed my bag and camera and threw it in the car while texting my running buddies that I was out for the day. I jumped in my car and hauled it down to San Jose where Summer was laboring to get James born. I arrived a little after 9am on October 30th excited and packing a big ol’bag of red vines for those who were waiting for this baby to get here. It was go time!
Summer and Greg had a whole bunch of really awesome people in the waiting room. Both of their parents and some of their nearest and dearest friends stayed around for what ended up being quite a long time. (First babies, what are ya gonna do?) But that waiting room was a FUN place to be so it was totally fine. I adore these people. And for good reason. As an additional bonus, Summer’s mom was there with a wealth of birthing knowledge. Not just because she had 4 kids of her own, but because she had spent several years of her life being an accomplished doula. I mean, THAT is pretty dang awesome if you ask me. Having her mama there supporting her was awesome to witness.
It took almost 20 hours from the time I arrived to the time James arrived, but it was worth every minute. I haven’t been that tired since I had my own babies, but again, once that kid was born it was worth it entirely. James was born on October 31, 2014 at 3:17 am and you guys, he is freaking perfect.
Congratulations again to Summer and Greg for making one awesome person and being so darn amazing yourselves! I love you and am so very happy for you and your family!! XOXOXO!