Posts tagged Pregnancy
Oklahoma City + Maternity Session

It was an early morning with this beautiful momma, her growing bump and her precious crew.  It was a tad cold and there were a few tears from the youngest early risers, but we didn't let that keep us from having fun and catching some breathtaking images as the sun rose.

This season, this season of growing a whole person, beneath your own skin: it is beautiful and difficult and brave and sacrificial. And I cannot wait to step into that hospital room and document this little person and all that love. Kelsee & Billy, blessings on the closing days of this pregnancy!

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If you are thinking about booking a maternity session or a Fresh 48 session, I'd love to hear from you! Let's chat! Clients that book Maternity & Fresh 48 Sessions receive a 15% discount. 

"My body, broken for you"
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So pregnancy. I love the people it creates. I love the boys that have spent nine months of their lives nestled inside me, closer to my heart than anyone else will ever be. I love the privilege I have had of carrying them, body and soul, tucked beneath my ribs. It is not lost on me, the deep grief that some women, and precious friends, feel who carry their children in their hearts, rather than their wombs, while they are being knit together. It is an honor and a gift to conceive, and carry, and bear down and press so much life into the world.

But I do not love being pregnant.

It makes me sore. It makes me tired. It makes me isolate and hibernate. It makes me sick and makes me vomit for months. And months. It stops me dead in my tracks. It wears me down. It beats me up. It steals my sleep and my energy. It makes my back ache and my feet swell. And it hurts. A deep, enduring, constant hum of discomfort for nine solid months.

And to be honest, before the joy of holding these sweet boys in my arms, comes the grueling work of laboring and delivering them into this world. A precious, and intimate, and beautiful experience. But one that pulls, and tears, and breaks my body. It is a wounding work.

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And I've been thinking of my precious friends, who are in the throes of the third trimester. Sleep deprived and hurting, preparing to birth their babes into this world. These beautiful women whose lives are being poured out for the sake of their children, that they may have life and breath.

And in a painfully poignant way, pregnancy and childbirth invites us to share in the fellowship of Jesus' suffering. As we lay down our lives for our sons and daughters. As our bodies are quite literally broken and torn for their sakes. 

I'm watching my friends ache, and remembering the long months with Oliver, and the excurciating pain of delivering Milo, and I hear Jesus' communion invitation.

Take, eat (this bread): this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me
— 1 Corinthians 11:24
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This is my body.

Broken.

For you.

 

There is fellowship with Him in this suffering.

We are not alone in it.

We are not lost within it.

He stands with us, as we cry out and deliver daughters and sons into waiting hands.

As we whisper to them in the delivery room.

 

This is my body.

Broken.

For you.

 

And He whispers the same words to us. "Dear One, This is my body. Broken. For you." Nail pierced hands, offering bread and offering life to those of us who would approach the table, and recline beside Him. Knowing full well that we bring nothing more to the table than what our sweet babies bring into the delivery room.

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The work of pregnancy and what is accomplished in a delivery room pales in comparison to the work of Jesus and what was accomplished on the cross.  But it gave my soul comfort and courage, knowing I was standing with Jesus, welcoming pain, that my boys might have life.

To my sweet friends who are in the thick of it, blessings upon you as you lay down your comfort, press into the pain, and fiercely love the children you carry.

 

"Greater love has no one than this, that one would lay down his life for his friend"

John 15:13

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