A Birth Story: Baby Isaac
“A miracle is really the only way to describe motherhood and giving birth. It’s unbelievable how God has made us women and babies to endure and be able to do so much. A miracle, indeed. Such an incredible blessing.” Jennie Finch
I struggle to put words to these images. As a woman I am in awe of how our bodies grow and nourish a new life. How they adapt and change to bring the future into the world. I watch the love and strength of a woman as she labors and know she is already a mother. Then there are the men who stand faithfully by and lend a strong grip on the reality that the pain will only last for a moment in time. There is the culmination of months of growth and hours of pain in the first breath of a newborn. They struggle to adjust to life in air and sound and light, their scrunched faces protesting the change in environment. Then there is the moments I love the most, the moments when mother and father and baby all begin to learn each other. Toes and ears and eyes and noses are examined. Baby eyes start to open as they recognize voices previously muffled. To photograph a birth is to stand in awe of creation and our Creator. It is a privilege and honor each time.
Baby Isaac’s entrance to the world was no different. He truly had his own plan and timing. Yet once he made it to us he seemed perfectly content with the situation. He made no crying or fussing until eye ointment and shots were administered. He is a beautiful baby and truly loved by his parents. I am thankful to tell their birth story.