Join us on a pregnancy photography adventure in the Santa Monica mountains. You’ll find love, hiking, and maybe even a rattlesnake.
From the moment I walked into their house to document their birth, all I could sense was peace. Mom decided to transfer to the hospital at some point and despite the madness of lights and revolving door of nurses I usually witness, this time, this birth was calm, respectful and honored.
Our gender surprise, a gorgeous baby boy. It still amazes me how peaceful my birthing environment was; quiet, dim, calm. All things my hospital birth was not. Not only was I able to feel in control about my labor, I felt an incredible feeling of empowerment — I am feeling I still ride 4 weeks later!
It is the most sacred experience and closest to the divine, besides giving birth. No matter how many times I have walked into the birth space and attended the love fest party of a family giving birth, I always leave high on happy hormones, with a heart full joy for the hope that a new life may bring to the world.