
My job as a photographer isn’t just about taking pictures. Often times, it is about telling a story. This is mostly the case when photographing babies’ birth days. Every birth day is unique and special but Christian’s story is one that touched the core of my soul and melted my heart.

Christian was to be born via c-section next week in Colorado where his family lives. A few days ago, his mother and father found out that Patty, his paternal grandmother who has been battling cancer, only had days left to live. The family loaded up the car and drove all night to be with her and the rest of the family. When they arrived in Plano, they realized that Patty probably wouldn’t make it to meet her first grandson. So, with the help of Aunt Lynn, arrangements were made for Megan to have her c-section here in Plano so Grandma Patty would get to meet Christian.

I had the honor of photographing Aunt Lynn’s twins last year after they were born and, once again, for Christmas. Yesterday, she called me a few hours before the surgery to see if I could capture Christian’s arrival. I was so touched by the story she told me that, if I couldn’t have been there, I would have made sure another birth photographer was. 
Steven and Megan had no sleep, had barely anything to eat and spent the majority of the day at the hospital doing paper work and having tests done. Though they were exhausted, hungry and emotionally drained, they felt it was worth their efforts to seeing Grandma Patty with her first grandson.

Christian’s delivery went beautifully. Only 5 pounds 7 ounces and 19 inches long, he let everyone know that his lungs were very well developed! This hospital still uses the ink pads to send the new Dad home with a souvenir set of footprints on his scrub shirt.

I watched Megan and Steven’s exhaustion slip away as their son was delivered to them.

Grandma Patty and the rest of the family, who had waited eagerly outside the OR doors could hardly contain themselves when Christian was wheeled out. While she waited , you could tell Grandma Patty was uncomfortable though I rarely heard her say anything. Here, she is beaming and looks like she can take on the world. This moment meant everything to her.
The family watched outside the nursery window as Dad (Steve) got to check out his son. Luckily, there were no other families trying to see their newborns because Christian’s klan took up all the viewing room.

Finally, the moment Grandma Patty had waited for. Patty’s desire to meet her first grandson meant she would have to sit for 3 painful and exhausting hours. While she waited, she kept asking for “her baby”. When she was finally able to hold him, she was so tired she could barely open her eyes. But, when the nurse tried to take Christian from her, she held on to him tightly not wanting to let him go. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the room.

Big sister Jayden finally got her turn with her new little brother.
All in all, the day wasn’t just about Christian’s birth. It was about a family’s love and strength. In my eyes, the day was about a beautiful legacy that Grandma Patty will leave behind. Her husband and four children looked after her, each other and the four grandchildren with a deeply rooted love.

On June 26th, Christian Michael was born not only from his parents love for one another, but because of an entire family’s love for each other…I am truly inspired.
Congratulations Steven, Megan and Jayden…and congratulations to you Grandma Patty. God bless you and be with you all.
Grandma Patty passed away on June 27th, the day after her grandson was born.