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my birth story

It has been two and a half years, and I'm finally getting to write a bit about my own birth story. In a lot of ways it was my catalyst to begin and truly enjoy the art of birth photography today! To start, I was speaking with a friend about a non-profit trying to gain more volunteers when I had the craziest dizzy spell. As in, I had to sit or I would have fallen. At that moment I knew something was up, but tried to put it out of mind. An easy task believe it or not, because not less than a week later a pipe burst in our home while we were working. A pipe on the second floor, in the bathroom. Water everywhere, it was raining in our living room just barely into our 7th month of home ownership. Seriously, I could not make this up. So we ended up in a hotel for about two weeks, where I still just didn't feel right. My husband and I are very open with each other, so of course we went to the store and bought one of each type of pregnancy test. I'm not kidding. We got back to our room and I took one. I know I should have waited until the morning, but whatever. We were there and anxious!

First test was a positive.

I didn't believe. I was pregnant. This state that you go through your adolescence being told is not great. Abstain, don't have babies. Naturally, I grabbed the test box and read the statistics about a possible false positive. Apparently that wasn't a thing, so I took all the rest of the pregnancy test over the course of 2 weeks. Finally, I reconciled the fact that I was growing a tiny parasite inside me and went to see the doctor to confirm and all that jazz. By jazz, I mean light blues. By this time we had moved into long term temporary housing, and I was sicker than a dog. I had to get IV fluids twice and was pretty much non-functioning!

For the expecting mamas reading this, always keep bags without holes and paper towels in the car. Also to be safe, travel in the right lane in case you need to pull over for what ever reason!!

Other than being super sick and quite tired I plugged along until one day, at 20 weeks, I walked into to work and had a crazy stitch in my side. I tried ignoring it, do you see a pattern (haha), until I couldn't breathe without concentrating. I was scared. Called the husband and said I'm coming home, we need to go to the doctor. Mind you, I worked an hour from our temporary home. I got in my car and called my mom. I could barely talk. I was in so much pain, she was trying to give me directions to the nearest hospital when I gave up and got on route 66 to just get home. Things went down hill and I had to pull over to call an ambulance. Scariest day of my life! I was passing a kidney stone, but at the time I could have sworn my baby and I were dying! Being a first time mom, it was the only conclusion!

After that eventful first and second trimester things were pretty smooth sailing. I picked up energy, felt much better, and we finally got to move back into our house at the beginning of my third trimester. I do not recommend moving at this time of your pregnancy, unless you have movers and un-packers! My husband was a saint!!

With all of that said, I was fairly type A throughout my pregnancy. Researched everything, watched, and read even more. I practiced how I would labor, hired a doula, and made sure I was with a practice that had a midwife. I wanted a natural labor. I did not want to find out the sex. We thought it was one of the last ways in life to truly surprise ourselves. Little did we know, now having a toddler! I also wanted a birth photographer. However given our crazy life circumstances at the time could not afford one. I was super grateful that my best friend, Anna Gibson, was willing to be on call and come document my journey to motherhood.

So on we went. Approached our due date, with family in town, and passed our due date. Our child decided to wait until she was good and ready to make her appearance! After nine days of waiting through prodromal labor, Miss Bit decided it was time, but still took her time. I woke up Monday morning with strong contractions. I had to call my early to work husband back home, and started walking to keep the contractions going. I was nervous, not sure about timing, my husband wasn't home, but I knew in my heart that baby would't come until the world was right. August 19th was such an amazing day. We walked a lot! We went to a nearby park and walked even more, found a four leaf clover and was congratulated by people passing us as I grimaced through yet another contraction. By late that night I had called my doula and photographer to come, I felt I was getting close. After the party arrived at my house we made our way to the hospital. The REAL party!

I feel like life has been a blur since this part. Yes, still 2.5 years later, it is still a blur. I greatly appreciated my midwife explaining every step of the process and answering all of my questions. I received the tiniest bit of pitocin which was enough to kick my laboring body into high gear. I labored in the bath tub until I felt like pushing then I got out and started pushing. I'm sure much more happened during this time, but like I said it was a blur of anticipation, contractions, and the drive to meet this stubborn human!

Looking back through my images I still get emotional! I love that my husband was with me 100% of the time. He held my hand and supported me through the entire process! I very surprisingly didn't curse throughout the entire event. Oh and I was a blubbering mess when Miss Bit joined us earth side. My husband told me her sex and we just wept. She was finally with us, in our arms!

with grit and grace,

Nicole

Honest Connection | My 2016 Focus

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Honest connection can be so hard to come by out in the real world and even at home. I feel it is easier to be honest and not connect, rather then connect and not be so honest. Who or what am I talking about? You know when you meet someone new and you do the normal small chat and connecting, are you really being honest or just keeping things light? On the flip side, when you are with your best friend or spouse, you connect over just about everything but telling the truth can be a bit harder. You know the whole, "does this outfit make my butt look big?" scenario. Even with this situation it can be easier for your best friend to tell you to change than your spouse. Right? When, in the end, we knew the answer all along. No more of this, this year. While my goals are always to try and eat better and be more active and full of grace, this years' focus on honest connection will hold me accountable to myself. 2016 is the year I want to slow down a bit, and honestly connect with my self as a person, a person with needs and wants, but also with my husband and daughter. The balance of working, being an artist, a mom, a wife, or even just myself can be cumbersome some days. I can get out of whack a lot. Work stress can trump my artist life, or my child's needs can surpass my own. It happens, and I believe a lot of it is normal and natural. My goal and wish for myself is to truly listen and be honest with what I need, my body and soul, but to also connect with those around me. Small things like drinking tea from my favorite mug rather than a to-go cup, or holding my husbands hand while we grocery shop together. Those small connections, add up to a happier presence.

This includes my clients too. I feel like I am honest with each and every one of you, but I would love to connect with you and your families more. Lets have a play date, schedule a picnic, or just check in with each other. I truly hope to facilitate this more this year, as these things do not come naturally to me as a generally introverted person. I seriously want each and every one of my clients to become part of my extended family!

Cheers to love, living with intention, and honestly connecting with yourself and those around you!

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be inspired. live boldly.

Nicole

Home Birth in Leesburg, VA | Welcome to the World Miss C

"successful mothers are not the ones

that have never struggled. They are the ones

that never give up, despite the struggles."

-Sharon Jaynes

I was called into this home birth in Leesburg, VA last minute due to health issues with various parties involved and am so grateful I was able to be present for this mother. Mom is a birth doula herself and very active in the birthing community. She has an amazing, strong, and brave voice to speak up for what is right, normal, and natural. While she may not know it, she has taught me a lot of strength as a woman since I met her a year ago. She and her family are the culmination of what creating your own tribe is all about. She embodies the idea of community over competition in everyday mom life.

The beautiful Bataille family shows great strength and this little girl that has joined them has started her life by giving an amazing gift to her brother. Banking cord blood is a personal decision for each family, but with a recent diagnosis for her oldest brother they opted to partake in this gracious procedure. I definitely teared up when mom was thanking her new tiny human for her donation. Seriously all of the feels! If you would like to hear more and support the family please visit their Facebook Page!

Without further words to clutter this post about their home birth in Leesburg, VA, scroll through the images of this little one's sweet and peaceful home birth arrival.

be inspired. live boldly.

Nicole

P.S. I want to leave a note with this birth story. Capturing this new life coming into the world, even though this was not my first birth, is one of the first that truly made me feel like a professional. I was asked to cut the cord (politely declined insisting dad do the honors), and was able to really move freely and just be me and create art for this family. I am so in love with what I do! Enamored by the process, adore the healing nature of images, and seriously in awe of the "crazy sexy beautiful" strength of women in motherhood.

Welcome to the World Baby S | INOVA Loudoun | Birth Photography

my

mother

was

my first country,

the first place i ever lived.

-lands

Each birth I attend and witness humbles me so greatly. This birth was no different. Even more so because we didn't know baby's gender! The connection between mama and baby is so incredible. The womb is their first home, where they grow their organs and hear your voice and heart beat! It's like magic. I truly believe a birth gender reveal is one of the last ways we can surprise ourselves in life. What better motivation to get through the surges, too!

Mama was so cool and collected, joking even when she first arrived at the hospital. Poking at her husband and being goofy with the medical staff and doula. As things intensified, I was honestly mesmerized by her primal unravel while she listened and moved to accommodate her soon to arrive tiny human. From tub, to birth ball, shower to the bed, mom and dad communicated by sharing quiet glances and small touches between surges. The support and love was seriously amazing!

After an abrupt relocation baby was placed on mama's chest, dad cut the cord, and whispered "it's a little sister" to his wife. These three were so sweet and were already talking about how much their oldest daughter (not quite 2) was going to react to having a SISTER!

If you are interested in having your birth story documented, send me an email through the contact form! I'm now booking into 2016, so lock in 2015 rates!!

be inspired. live boldly.

Nicole

Moments in Motherhood Recap2 | Meet Nicole Series

My final thoughts, life lessons, and images from my time at the Mae BurkeMoments in Motherhood workshop. True learning and growth happens when we step outside of our comfort zone.

This workshop pushed me mentally, physically, and technically in my personal and creative life. For those of you who don’t know, I’m not a hugger and mass transportation alone gives me great anxiety (especially if I haven’t been to the desired location before). For this experience, I rode on the metro BY MYSELF and arrived on time and unscathed; albeit slightly sweaty. I walked into a house full of my peers; I was super nervous, but I spoke up, hugged a few people, asked questions, and learned a few unexpected tid-bits.

  1. No matter our experience level in life we are all unsure, have anxiety, and want reassurance. Just because something worked for one person does not mean it will work for another. Timing, personality, market, and audience readiness are all key factors. With that said, people still want you to succeed. I want to succeed AND I want others to succeed. Follow your heart and do what feels good!
  2. Don’t be afraid of your calling. If you want to share something that moves you, chances are you will inspire someone else as well. Seriously, be unapologetically you! I’m working on this one, and it is a daily challenge. It can be hard at times to be an artist, a mom, and/or a person. So much judgement is constantly thrown around. Please be kind to others!
  3. Don’t be afraid to step back as much as you get close. I love to fill the frame with my subjects, but looking at the big picture can capture just as much and draw your eye into the emotion of your story. Also, don’t be afraid to get close to your calling. Find out who you are and really dissect your heart. Find your why and sit in it. With the information you find, take a step back to find your safe place, and your happy balance in order to be the best you for you and those around you (a reoccurring theme).

I will leave you with images from our workshop session to include a cute out-take and behind the scenes snapshot.

be inspired.

Nicole