Not just a job

Once in a while we're all faced with trials that challenge us, and the way we handle it can ultimately affect our entire life. Yesterday was one of those challenges for me. Yesterday, I met Tyler.

I first spoke with Tyler's mom a little over a month ago. She was pregnant, and due in April. Her baby had a genetic condition called Trisomy 18- and wasn't expected to live long after birth, if he made it through delivery. We were going to have a maternity session soon- my plan was to finish the work on the studio this weekend and call her probably this coming Monday. I got a call around lunchtime Thursday that let me know there was a new plan. Almost two months early, Tyler would be coming soon. After the mad rush to find childcare for the kids, I made my way down to Overlake Hospital a little after 4pm Thursday. Almost 12 hours later, I had the privilege of being in the delivery room as baby Tyler was quietly welcomed into, and left, this world. Being able to photograph the last few hours of her pregnancy, and capturing photographs of sweet tiny Tyler, knowing that these are the only memories they will ever be able to hold onto and look back on of their precious little son- what a huge responsibility. One I was honored to take on. The families were so incredibly welcoming and kind and appreciative, thanking me so many times for sticking it out all night with them- but what they didn't realize was that I was the one who felt honored that they let me be a part of such a personal, private moment. Baby Tyler reminded me yet again why it is I am a photographer. It's not about being a "job" for me. It's about creating memories.

As I left the hospital Friday morning, I had a renewed appreciation for what I was going home to, and- crying most of the way, I wanted my kids. Instead of being annoyed that my son was awake when I got home, I gave him a big hug and just felt glad that I could. Suddenly, the toys on the floor, or the sound of giggling an hour past bedtime- don't seem like such a big deal anymore.