“It’s a Girl!” , she shouted and smiled in joyful disbelief, and held her new baby to her chest, looking up to the sky in a tearful prayer of gratitude.
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At 2:45 this morning I got the call from the parents-to-be, and immediately flew out of bed and into the car, dizzy and shaken, with my camera in the seat next to me. I witnessed and photographed the water birth of their new child in their home. It was an amazing experience; I felt overwhelmingly honored to be there. It was calm and quiet, she arrived in this world in the most peaceful way I could imagine, at 3:55am. It was phenomenal to be part of something so intimate, and so miraculous. I photographed the preparations, the birth, the emotions on the faces of those present, and the first few hours of baby Jamison’s life. My tired eyes welled up with tears on my way home. I crawled back in bed smiling, and woke up glowing. I felt all buzzy inside, amazed to have witnessed a miracle, and the start of a brand new life.