Lilliana's Birth Story: 9.5.2019

Oh what an amazing birth this was! Much like Maverick’s birth back in March, Lilliana’s mama is also a Labor & Delivery nurse so she had her crew of buddies also acting as her providers that day! It was so much fun documenting her arrival for them because it was almost like a giant party of your friends all there to welcome your new babe into the world.

This birth was my ninth in a month (holy cats!!) and ZERO have overlapped and it was just an amazingly awesome month of documenting new babes coming into this world! Marissa rocked her birth with Lilliana and I am so happy I was there to document it! I hope you love these pics…I sure did taking them!

Lyla's Birth Story: 8.27.2019

Oh what an amazingly awesome birth story this was! I just LOOOOOOVED getting to capture sweet little Lyla’s arrival and I loved EVEN MORE that her big brother was there to witness the entire thing! Mama totally labored like a boss — and so quick! — and in the early morning of August 27th Lyla made her entrance into this world! I just adore how her pics turned out… I hope you do too!!

Isabella's Birth Story: 8.26.2019

Being a soon-to-be 5x c-section mama myself, I absolutely love getting to capture belly births. And when they are scheduled ones — that are relaxed and planned and all of that preparedness — they are just truly magical!

Little miss Isabella’s here was no exception! Her mama and daddy, after a long road of infertility and IVF and Isabella being the lone embryo that stuck, finally arrived at the hospital early in the morning on August 26th to meet her. I met them there and was honored to document and capture her story! She came into this world knowing only love and I think that’s truly all she’ll ever know! I hope you enjoy these pics…I sure did capturing this sweet little one’s arrival!

Johanna's Birth Story: 8.16.2019

Oh goodness what an amazing birth this was to capture!!! Casey totally ROCKED this birth — and it was such a redemptive, healing birth from how her first went. She made it look easy, and roared this team green turned pink little lady into the world so quickly! I am forever grateful to Casey and Kevin for letting me capture this sweet little lady’s arrival!!

Carter's Birth Story: 6.18.2019

Oh what a wonderful (and fun!!) birth story this was to be a part of! I got to spend nearly an entire day with this awesome family as we waited for their team green turned BLUE little man to make his entrance! And oh what an entrance this little (big!) dude made! I am forever grateful to Tiffany and Zac for letting me capture this little babe’s arrival. I hope you enjoy these…I sure did taking them!!

Barrett's Birth Story: 6.14.2019


This is another birth story that went from 0 to 100mph in like MINUTES!

Katy had to be induced because her little guy was measuring small (due mostly to a 2 vessel cord (instead of a normal 3 one)) and it was better to get him out than keep him in. She and her amazing hubby Tyler had been keeping me posted all day long and it was a long, slow induction. It seemed to take her HOURS to go another centimeter.

Tyler text me an update around 6 and said she was just a 5, progressing really slowly and to take my time. I replied that I was going to put my kiddos to bed in the next hour and head their way and hang out with them…but obviously if things picked up I could be there ASAP. I had already rescheduled my 6 and 6:30pm photoshoots cause I didn’t want to have to race out of theirs to go up to the hospital…and it’s a good thing I did!

A little after 7 Tyler text me still a 5, maybe a 6 but again, SO SLOW and to put my kids to bed and take my time. Like 5 minutes later I get another text from him, “Complete. Pushing.” and I was like WHATTT???!?! So panicked, called him and he’s like “yeah she felt pressure all of a sudden and we can see the top of his head so you probably wanna come.” I was like OMG I AM ON MY WAY!

It usually takes me 20+ minutes to get to St. Luke’s from my house…it took me 11. I sprinted, my very out of shape almost 17 weeks pregnant self through the parking garage and hospital and made it huffing and puffing into their room literally 4 minutes before this sweet little man was born!!! Katy mayyyyyyy have been doing some really good fake pushes until I got there. God bless her.

Little Barrett made his entrance on Friday, June 14th at 5 pounds even! I am so glad I made it and so glad I got to capture some snuggles and skin to skin before he had to go off to the special care nursery for a bit of oxygen and some glucose for his low blood sugar.

UPDATE: I am even more happy that I was able to capture this sweet boy’s arrival for his family — little Barrett went downhill quite fast after I left and is currently fighting for his life in one of the US’s best Children’s hospitals with heart/lung issues…these pics, as his parents have reminded me over and over again, are the only ones they have of him without tubes and machines connected to him. They give them a glimpse into what they hope will be the future with their son: home with them and snuggled up without any machines and support. If you’re the praying time, send some prayers up for little Barrett — he needs them now more than ever.

SECOND UPDATE: Unfortunately after 28 days in the NICU, Barrett passed away from a rare genetic condition called alveolar capillary dysplasia. I was able to go back and capture a NICU session with Barrett and also be there when he passed away to get some final pics with his mama, daddy, and big sister. His parents want his story shared with the world, and want to fund ACD research so this horrible condition can be treated and/or cured in the future. If you feel so inclined to make a donation to the ACD Association, you can do so here.

Ruby June's Birth Story: 5.14.2019

Ahhhh, sweet little Ruby June! Man, good thing I’m already pregnant or CUE THE BABY FEVER!! HAHA!

So I have to detail a bit of Ruby’s birth story… her mama text me Monday morning that she was being induced at 8pm that night. AWESOME. She was already almost 4cm dilated so I figured it was going to go quick. We checked in with each other as the night went on, and about midnight she said she was 4-5cm and they were going to break her water around 4 or 5am…just let her labor down on her own and rest (she just got an epidural). Awesome. I asked if she wanted me to come up and she said no, she didn’t want me waiting around so I said well give me a shout whenever and I’m there. So I dozed off, periodically waking up to check my phone.

At 3:18am I got a text that said, “my water just broke on its own.” I replied, “Awesome I am on my way.” I called my dad to come over (since Mike was working) and I headed to the hospital…got there about 3:50am. Just as I was walking in her husband had grabbed the phone and was getting ready to call me because IT WAS GO TIME, she was 10cm. WOOT! So glad I didn’t wait for that call and just came…because barely 20 minutes later baby was out after only a few pushes (and the last push wasn’t even Rachel — holy fetal ejection reflex!!). So had I waited for that call I wouldn’t have made it!!

But I did, and sweet little Ruby June made her entrance into the world at 4:10am weighing 8 pounds 5 ounces and 21 inches long. Rachel did amazing and made it look SO EASY! Congrats to this sweet family — cannot wait to do their newborn pics next week! I hope you enjoy these…I sure did taking them!!

Rhett's Birth Story: 4.26.2019

Oh goodness. ALL OF THE FEELS with this birth story. Rainbow baby after years of trying, 2 miscarriages, and so many needles and appointments and FINALLY this sweet little boy made his entrance earth side on the late afternoon of Friday, April 26th.

This sweet mama was induced due to gestational diabetes and she ROCKED her induction! Although she was barely 4cm when she called me to come up, I AM SO GLAD SHE DID — she listened to her body and knew it was time, because not long after I got there she was complete and time to push! Which, this mama did maybe two times and out came this adorable little man.

I absolutely loved being able to there to capture big brother Ryker meeting his new little brother Rhett too! It was seriously THE BEST.

I put this video together too for them — this is something new I’ll be offering my birth clients as well and I just love how it turned out!

Man, I hope this sweet little rainbow babe's arrival gives you all the feels…it sure does for me!

Ashton's Birth Story: 4.10.2019

Well this sweet little man decided a whole month before his due date he wanted to make his grand entrance! He wasn’t due until May 8th, but decided at 36 weeks it would be the best time for him to come. Luckily, his entrance was smooth as can be — mama made it look SO EASY (seriously, just a few pushes!!) to get him here! — and despite being a month early, he came out screaming and a healthy five pounds and just the new glimmer in his parents’ eyes!

I was so glad I was able to make it to capture this sweet family’s birth story for their first little one — he is just the cutest little guy and is giving me crazy baby fever seeing him all snuggled up with his mama and daddy! I hope you love these pics…I sure did taking them!!!

Patrick's Birth Story: 3.11.2019

My goodness, another amazing belly birth this morning and I am on such a high from capturing 4 births in less than a week! GOSH I LOVE MY JOB!

This sweet family is one of my favorites…and this little man was such a huge surprise to them after they thought they were done with babes after a miscarriage and some unexplained infertility after their oldest was born. Nope, this little dude had other plans! And my gosh, I am SO GLAD they allowed me to capture his arrival! I am so partial to capturing c-sections and theirs was no exception!

I hope you love these pics…I sure did taking them!!!

Finley's Birth Story: 3.5.2019

If this birth wasn’t the definition of meant to be, I don’t know what is! So my hubby Mike and I got back from Hawaii on Monday, 3/4 at 2pm. At the airport while waiting for our bags I replied to a birth inquiry, due 4/1, from Bethany with some questions and suggested we meetup in the next week or so to talk in person and chit chat about me possibly snapping her birth. I never heard back…

Until Tuesday morning. I was leaving a newborn session and stopped at Walgreens to pick up a prescription and my phone pinged and I saw Bethany’s email at 11:30am, which, to summarize, was a very panicked OMG MY WATER BROKE THEY ARE INDUCING ME I AM 36 WEEKS YOU ARE IN HAWAII WE WANT YOU HERE IF THERE’S ANY CHANCE PLEASE CALL and she left her number.

My heart raced cause I was pretty free the next day or so and DUH! I love me a last minute birth! I quickly sent her a text that I was indeed back from Hawaii and very available and to give me a shout. She called an hour later and was SO EXCITED that I was home and able to do this and maybe a bit terrified of this happening today, nearly a month before her due date! I kinda explained everything I do in my in-person consults and in my contract and told her to keep me posted.

The day went on and not much was happening…I got a message about 4pm that she was still about 1-2cm and not much was going on. Her mom then text me at 6:45pm saying she was 3cm and having contractions but would keep me posted. Awesome. Figured with being a first time mom we’d be looking at a 4am call for me to come and an early, sunrise babe. NOPE. WRONG WRONG WRONG.

I was sitting in my robe at 8:30pm with my hair still wet from my shower catching up on some emails when my phone pinged with another text from Bethany’s mom: “She’s 9cm you better come now” HOLY HELL!! She went quickkkkk! In the fastest get ready EVER I threw on my clothes, threw my hair back in a wet bun, grabbed my camera bag and made it to Barnes in record time. I got there about five minutes before dad, who had run home to let the dog out because there was PLENTY of time before this team green babe was coming (jokes!!), and then the doc walked in shortly after.

This first time mama was AMAZING. Not only did she have a super fast labor, she pushed out this sweet little team green TURNED PINK (who everyone thought was a boy, by the way) babe in just a few pushes! She made it look so easy! Finley needed a little bit of help to get the breathing thing down, but after some amazing work by the NICU team she was all good to go and back snuggling up with mama not even a half hour after her early arrival.

Man, this birth gave me all of the feels — and I took it as a massively huge sign that THIS IS WHAT I AM MEANT TO BE DOING for the sole fact that I had made it and was back from vacay to be able to snap it. I hope you love these pics…man, I sure did taking them!!!

Maverick's Birth Story: 3.6.2019

Oh my goodness, what a crazy past 24 hours I have had! Two births, a room apart from each other, at the same hospital, almost exactly 24 hours apart!! WILD!! But AMAZING! And so perfectly timed as I’ve been home about 48 hours or so from my Hawaiian vacation!

This adorable little (or big!!) man Maverick made quite the entrance! Knowing his mama’s history with quick labors, I elected to head her way when she was 4cm and I’m glad I did because just about an hour and a half later this guy arrived earthside weighing in a a massive 9 pounds 8 ounces at just 37 weeks!! What a chunker he is! THE BACK ROLLS!! GAHHHH! His mama and daddy were just completely smitten with him! He did need a little help getting his lungs cleared out but after some cpap and suction love he seemed to perk right up and want to eat…and eat he did!

I just loved documenting this sweet little dude’s birth story — and I just LOVE his parents too! And his amazing nurse…she is one of my all-time favorites and was SO GLAD she was there for both of these back to back deliveries I had! I hope you enjoy these pics…I sure did taking them!!

Brooks' Birth Story: 2.18.2019

First off, how freaking gorgeous is this mama?!??! She made bringing her third sweet babe into this world look so incredibly easy! And this was another birth that time was on my side, as mama went from 4cm to baby out in just about an hour! Let’s say I made it with just a few moments to spare — but I am SO GLAD I did because I am literally OBSESSED with how these pictures turned out!

I did come back for a Fresh 48 later in the morning too so big brother and big sister could meet their new little bro. They were beaming and just so sweet in seeing and holding him for the first time!

I hope you love these pics…I sure did taking them!

Dakota's Birth Story: 1.3.2018

Oh what a wonderful WONDERFUL birth story to start 2019 with! This sweet little lady made her arrival just a few days into 2019 via scheduled c-section and I am forever grateful I was able to be there to capture her entrance! Her parents are just wonderful and were so smitten with adding a new little lady to their family. This was just a beautiful birth to attend and I am forever grateful to being able to capture little miss Dakota’s arrival! Happy 2019 friends!

2018 Birth Stories Favorites

I snapped 17 birth stories in 2018…and I wanted to share a glimpse into some of my favorite images from those!  Births are so incredibly personal, and I am forever and ever grateful to those parents who allow me into their birth spaces to capture their little ones’ entrance into this great big wide world.  And so so so thankful to these parents who then let me share their birth stories with the world too.  2018 was a great year for me…I cannot wait to see what amazing stories I get to capture in 2019!


Amilia's Birth Story: 12.16.2018

Oh my goodness, what an entrance this little lady made into this world! Her mama was hands-down one of the strongest ones I’ve ever come across — she went into labor on her own, labored until she hit 10cm, pushed for nearly an hour (sans any drugs! #beast) and her little lady wasn’t liking pushing or the contractions…as her heart rate kept dipping. So an epidural was given…to see if that would help her tolerate contractions and pushing some more. Welp, after another 30 minutes of pushes once the epidural kicked in, baby girl really didn’t like that and off to the OR we went! Maggie and Steve handled this major change to their birth plan so incredibly well and safely welcomed little Amilia into the world via c-section. I was so thrilled I was able to be there to capture their whole story for them! I hope you enjoy this birth story…man I sure did capturing it!

Kenneth's Birth Story: 12.4.2018

Oh my goodness, what an entrance this little dude made! Kaitlyn is hands-down the strongest mama I know — she labored for almost 24 hours like a boss — after a 37 week induction due to low fetal movement and tones while being monitored after she decided to go in to be checked. Her hopes for a birth center arrival for this team green babe went out the window, but I think she was under the best care at MoBap.

After trying nearly everything under the sun to get this little guy to come and being stuck around 7cm for hours it seemed, and then with some continued dips in his heartrate during contractions, it was deemed the safest bet for all to go do a c-section…which was a tough thing to swallow for this mama who had three prior vaginal deliveries. But even in the toughest parts of birth and it not going to plan, it is all about getting a healthy baby earth side, and that is exactly what Kaitlyn and Drew did here for their team green turned blue little guy Kenneth! I am so glad I was able to be there to capture his arrival for them — and they had a wonderful midwife Jen by their side too who made all of the difference in their birth story.

Enjoy these pics of this new little guy’s arrival — you are so loved little K!

Clark's Birth Story: 10.29.2019

I thought I would share my own birth story, as was wonderfully and amazingly documented by Victoria Allen, one of the incredible photogs on my Birth Stories team. You can view Clark’s full birth story album here on her Facebook page.

This is a raw, unfiltered story of loss.

In the summer of 2018, I landed my dream job: birth photographer.  I had been snapping pictures of kids and families for years, but in July of 2018 I signed an official contract with a hospital to be their birth photographer.  I went extremely part time, online only at my teaching job so I could focus on my family and snapping pictures of others. I assembled a team of photogs to cover the 24/7 on-call shifts needed for this gig, and was giddy over the fact that my dream, my passion of capturing births was coming true.  I shared this exciting news on social media and had a community of support behind me as I started this new adventure.

A week after sharing that news, my husband and I decided to share our other big news: we were expecting baby #4.  The summer of 2018 was shaping up to be a very busy and exciting one. We were so thrilled to be adding another kiddo to our crew -- seemingly keeping in line with the every two years baby plan path we’d been on.

I spent the end of my summer and early fall doing what I knew how to do best: taking pictures.  A lot of families but a whole lot of babies, and many of them during their first moments’ entrance into this great big world of ours.  It was exciting and thrilling and such a rush -- absolutely 100% the job I always had dreamed it would be.

However, part of this job with the hospital was to cover any losses that came through as well -- I was adamant in signing this contract that myself and my team would cover these requested photos at no cost to the parents...these would be something we would do as requested and for no charge.  These types of photo requests don’t happen often I found, but when they did they were such an incredibly memory keeper for the parents that I wanted to make sure we covered them the absolute best we could.

Being pregnant myself, I never thought twice about doing any of the loss photos that came across my plate -- I know how special photos are to families, and knew that these, probably their only photos they’ll have of their little one, would be even more so.  Just like when I’m snapping a birth, when I was photographing a loss I was in the zone: nothing else mattered, nothing else broke my focus -- my main goal was capturing as beautifully and story-tellingly as I could what was in front of me. I felt for these parents and their unimaginable loss; I wanted to cry with them as their held their little one all snuggled up in those blue and pink hospital blankets.  But I knew the sadness I was experiencing as the photographer was nothing compared to what these parents were, so I kept my composure and snapped on.

Then suddenly, that all changed.

I found myself on the opposite side of the lens -- instead of being the photog walking in to greet these parents and capture their little one’s legacy, I was the parent lying in the recovery bed snuggling a baby that would never wake up.

As elated as we were in the summer to add #4 to our family, something felt off to me with this pregnancy.  I can’t really pinpoint what it was, but it started out with having basically zero pregnancy symptoms...something that with my last two pregnancies had me down for the count for the first 15+ weeks.  As the weeks grew deeper and my belly seemed to grow exponentially quicker, I never felt any movement; not even the teeniest of tiniest flutters. Week 10 turned to 15 turned to 19 and still, nothing.  I headed off to my 19 week anatomy scan solo, letting my night shift working husband sleep, praying it was just a super thick anterior placenta that was causing the lack of movement. But deep down, I knew something was off.

As the ultrasound tech squeezed the warm gel over my belly, I told her we didn’t want to know the gender, and I suspected a finicky placenta since I hadn’t felt any movement.  I watched her face melt as she scanned my belly for maybe three minutes before she turned off the screen and told me, “There is a lot of fluid in has a lot of edema.  I am going to get your doctor.” My heart sank, and I debated calling my husband Mike, but just sat there, numb, and decided to wait and see what my doctor said. She is the kindest, sweetest, most amazing doctor I have ever been under the care of and I trusted her dearly, so knew she’d have something good to say.  She always did.

She did not this time.

My wonderful OB came back in with the ultrasound tech and they scanned me for another few minutes.  She pointed out the heartbeat, which was pretty fast at 160+ beats per minute, and told us we were having a little boy.  She also told us he had something called hydrops fetalis inside his chest and abdomen, two massive cystic hygromas on the back of his neck, and severe skin edema over the majority of his body.  The fluid was putting some major stress and pressure on his internal organs.

The next few weeks was a complete blur.  Our little guy had a lot of fluid all over the inside of his body and some pretty serious issues resulting from it.  He was in heart failure. We were given a fatal prognosis and told we only had a few weeks left with him. Despite this, we didn’t give up hope; Mike and I went to countless appointments, ultrasounds, underwent an amniocentsis, tons of blood tests, all the while our little guy was hanging on, fighting as hard as he could in there while we fought for him out here.

We named our son Clark William -- Clark after Clark Gable, my grandma Goose’s (who passed away last November) most favorite actor from her most favorite movie, Gone With the Wind and William after Mike’s dad; his middle name.  

As Clark fought on, we shared his story online, posting updates for our friends and family on social media.  It felt good to share his story and feel the love from our family, friends, and community from near and far. As we waited for answers, we were showered with messages, food, goodies, and the most perfect TinySuperheroes cape from all of our friends...some of them internet buddies I had never met in person.

And then, all of a sudden, Clark was gone.

After a restless night of sleep due to some severe itching and a frantic text to my OB early on a Sunday morning, Mike and I headed to labor and delivery for bloodwork and we discovered our little guy no longer had a heartbeat.  We were completely devastated -- we anticipated this coming, but nothing could have prepared ourselves for the overwhelming and crushing feeling of losing your child -- a child that was still cozily nestled inside of you.

After coordinating schedules with the high risk OB as well as my own OB, it was decided Clark would be born via c-section the next day, Monday, October 29th...which ironically was my grandma Goose’s birthday, the same grandma Clark was named after.

The next 36 hours after finding out our Clark was gone was a whirlwind of contacting family and friends, telling our three big kiddos about their little brother and squeezing in a last-minute maternity shoot with our amazing photographer Victoria, who was also going to be there to capture Clark’s birth.

As a loss photographer myself, I always come after baby has been born to photograph the baby and family...I’ve never been requested for the actual birth.  We had planned on having Victoria capture our little guy’s arrival in late February, but never considered having her capture his sleeping arrival 4 months early...but she said she’d be there, no matter what.  And we wanted her there -- we wanted to capture our Clark’s story exactly how we would have if the circumstances were different.

Clark is our son, however short his time was with us, and he has made a tremendous impact on our lives.  We had been sharing his story his entire life and weren’t going to stop now. We wanted his entire arrival documented, smiles and tears and everything in between.

Why is there such a stigma against sharing stories about sadness and loss?  Why don’t we talk about these? Is it because we feel embarrassed, guilt, or a host of other self-blaming reasons?  I don’t know. But I refuse to fall into that stigma. I want to share Clark’s story -- our story -- and I want others to know that they can proudly share theirs too.  You are not alone.

My first three children were born via c-section and even at 22 weeks gestation with Clark, that was his birth route too.  His fluid levels were having him measure quite large, and with my history of why I needed to have a c-section it was decided the safest thing for me would be a repeat fourth c-section -- four months earlier than I was anticipating.

We got to the hospital in the late afternoon on October 29th and began c-section prep -- something I am very familiar with both with myself and snapping them for others.  They placed a leaf on our door, signifying a loss, and there was no happy anticipation over if the baby was a boy or a girl, no last minute arguing over our top name contenders, and no cheerful post-birth plans for how long we’d be in recovery before going over to the mother-baby floor for days of newborn snuggles.

My wonderful OB, who I just love dearly, came to assist the high risk doc in my c-section and I was beyond grateful she was there.  She has been my medical rock for this entire pregnancy (and all prior) and I would truly be lost without her.

The time came to go back to the OR -- and my head was swimming with emotions.  I felt lifeless as I leaned into my OB as the anesthesiologist placed my spinal. I was laid back, familiar blue drape raised, tears streaming down the side of my face as Mike came in and I squeezed his hand as hard as I could.  The tears flowed harder and harder as the minutes drew on, closer to us meeting our son who we’d say hello and see you later at the same time.

And he was out.  There was no big “it’s a boy!” announcement, no suctioning his little mouth out, no teeny tiny baby cries.  It was silent. I craned my neck and watched as our sweet boy was brought over to the warmer, which wasn’t even turned on.  I watched as the nurses put a hat on him and cleaned him up a bit and swaddled him up. I was forever squeezing Mike’s hand, the anesthesiologist gently wiping the tears away from my eyes as I couldn’t take them off of my little boy.  I told Mike to go over and see him, and my wonderful photographer put her camera down and sat and cried with me; held my hand as we watched Mike hold Clark’s over in the warmer.

The nurse got him swaddled up tightly and brought him over to Mike who was back seated next to me.  I got to see his face -- his sweet little button nose, chubby cheeks, and chin that was the spitting image of Mike’s.  I held his little hand -- a hand that not even a week before was waving at us on the ultrasound screen. I closed my eyes tightly and cried, hoping that this was all a bad dream; that my sweet boy was still nestled inside of me growing away instead of laying lifeless in my husband’s arms.  I opened my eyes and was back in the operating room, drape dropped, c-section over, and about to be moved back to my recovery room.

I snuggled Clark the entire way back to my room -- my son, a whopping almost three pounds at 22 weeks along, peacefully sleeping in my arms as I was rolled past the labor and delivery suites where other woman were laboring, soon to welcome their very much awake children.

The next hour was a whirlwind -- our priest came and baptized sweet Clark for us, my parents came to snuggle their newest grandson and my wonderful in-laws came to meet their eighth grandchild while also bringing our three big kiddos up to meet their little brother.  Mike and I debated bringing the kids up, but we decided that yes, they absolutely needed to meet their little brother who we had been non-stop talking about for the past several weeks. They weren’t fazed at all by his appearance -- they instead wanted to see his little hands and feet and argued over who got to hold him first.  They wanted pictures with his TinySuperheroes cape. We snapped a family of 6 picture, our one and only one, and then bid everyone farewell.

Mike and I got to spend some alone time with him before we said goodnight.  Clark got to stay as long as we stayed in the hospital before the medical examiner came to get him, so we knew we’d get some more time with him before we headed home.  It was the hardest day of our lives, but also one of the best. Because our son, our fourth child was born on that day and despite him being born sleeping, it was still a day we will celebrate because it’s his day.  It’s his birthday.

We have not stopped talking about or sharing his story since that day.  We are fiercely in love with our son, so honored he chose us to be his parents and proud to share his story.  Yes, it’s a story of loss, but it’s also a story of love. A love for someone with a tragic ending but love nonetheless.  A love that is often silenced or not talked about, because it is not the happy ending we are so familiar with hearing. It’s a love that should be and needs to be shared.  Because I hope at the very least one other person, perhaps going through this very same thing, reads this and gets something out of what I'm saying. Because it's okay to share and talk about.

*This story previously appeared first on Love What Matters.

Read more about Clark and his legacy living on in Captures for Clark.