A Birth Story | Baby Jameson
I've been "facebook" friends with Kris Starry (yep, that's her real last name!) of Starry Night Photography for a couple years, but we never met in "real life". We've photographed the same models, showed our work at the same venue, been published in the same magazines, and shared advice over DMCA notices. But then in February she sent me a sweet message that my first birth story had moved her to tears and now that she was 14 weeks pregnant, she wanted to book her own. I was STOKED. We only had one meeting before the big day. Since the usual coffee-date was out of the question, I asked her what she had been craving lately and she responded with "CUPCAKES! Sweets!". Kris, her boyfriend Elon, and I met a few weeks before her due date to discuss details over a few mini-cupcakes. (I miss you, Caramel Lagerfeld and Badgley Mint-chka .)
For birth stories, I have to block out a week from my schedule. I'm always on call, my do-not-disturb is never set, and my camera bag goes with me everywhere. I'm slightly more obsessed with checking my phone, and constantly hoping for a daytime birth for pretty window light. Jameson's such a gentleman - he waited till daylight on the sixth day to make his grand entrance. Elon's mother grew this sunflower in her yard and brought it in to Kris' room. So sweet! Elon's son Darien slept late ...That teddy-bear was Elon's when he was a baby. I love how sentimental his mom Tina is. Found this in the paper while waiting between contractions. Starry, Starry Nights. “Let the wild rumpus start!” ― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things AreThis shot kills me. The look on Elon's face...sigh.
7 lbs, 3 oz | 20 in
August 4, 2013 4:38 pm