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As a busy mom to two toddlers, I value and appreciate a stress-free portrait experience. This is why I take care of all the details for you by providing a personalized portrait session that includes wardrobe for moms and moms-to-be, and personalized style content for the whole family. My goal is to serve you well by capturing the genuine connection and love between your family — the candid, in-between moments that show your personalities and how you interact naturally. I want to capture timeless photos that reflect this season of life for your family just as it is, with all the joy, chaos, and sweetness that comes with it, giving you timeless images to look back on for years to come.
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Love Notes
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![“Mom, why does your face look grumpy and your eyebrows look like that?” I sat there stunned, numb, processing.
My daughter, Layla was the first to see my face after I realized I’m bleeding. I shouldn’t be bleeding if I’m pregnant. Should I be panicking?
Should I be crying? A hundred thoughts crossed my mind - I need to call my client to reschedule the photoshoot, l’m suppose to leave in less than 2 hours, I need to cancel on the sitter, should I go to the ER, what should I bring to keep my kids entertained for hours on end, I wish my main baby-sitter was in town, mostly I wish Bryan was here to help...
“Do you have ANYONE that you can call?”, the nurse asked again. I felt the pressure of the ER staff and the eyes on me as my kids were fighting, whining for a snack, and asking to go home.
“I don’t have any family in town, my baby-sitter and my husband are also out of state.” Being a military spouse strips you of a lot of comforts - frequent moves, starting over to find friends/community, being far away from family, and long, lonely months of single parenting to name just a few.
“Do you have a friend you can call?” The nurse persisted. I can at least try to call a friend or two l replied.
With desperation in my voice, l asked Emily to come pick up my children from the ER. I told her I think I might be miscarrying.
Security pulls back the curtain and Emily walks over to my gurney bed and gives me a hug, my head falls on her shoulder and tears run down my face. A moment I felt deeply loved, comforted, cared for.
I felt it. I felt God’s goodness in that moment.
Laying there cold in a gown, emotionally exhausted, I wait... and there is a heartbeat and baby is measuring normal for the gestational age.
There is hope.
Two days later, I hear the OB doctor confidently say “let’s put this to rest so you don’t have to worry.” I thought I was witnessing a miracle, could the baby still be fine even though I bled so much from the subchorionic hemorrhage? I’m looking at the ultrasound monitor and then my eyes go back to studying his confused face. His face quickly changes to embarrassed, ashamed - I can see it too, no baby in the uterus anymore.
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