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Fort Worth, TX, 76177,

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Bedtime story!!! Once upon a time, I was a mom with a 5-9 career. Yes, you read that right, 5 am to 9 pm. I would wake up and get on the treadmill at 4:30 and leave for my hour community by 7, then cow home and work more till 9.

When I changed jobs, I spent less time working and more time with family with a regular 8-5, but e was still so very routine. Wake up, school/work dinner, homework, bath, bed. And I was such a perfectionist. And type A control freak.

I was the mom who let the kids bake but took over to keep people from making messes and mistakes. Yeah. That mom.
Until I had a wakeup call. My child stopped wanting to bake and help me in the kitchen, and totally call me out on it. As I sat back and looked inward at myself, I realized I put too much effort into striving and showcasing perfection but not enough attention to real life as we knew it.
That was the day when family photphotojournalism became an important part of my life and my future business. It was a way for me to let go and appreciate the wonderment of imperfection.
Now I spend my days showing mothers how much perfection is in the messy, uncoordinated part of their lives. And how one day, they will miss all of those moments like kissing booboos, cuddles after tears.

You can learn more about life s you know it at the link in the bio.

Are you planning on a faithful birth? Many mothers use scripture or items like crosses. What will/did you use your faith to work through your labor and delivery, or even postpartum?

Quiet down cob webs, dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Often new Mom's feel overwhelmed by the list of chores that need to be done and can get pretty stressed about it. When my daughter was little bitty like this, I remember breaking down sobbing about all the things that weren't getting done while I sat and fed my baby or rocked her because it was the only way she would sleep (aka not scream) - the dishes, the laundry, etc.
Then one of my mentors shared this lovely poem with me and told me I should never feel guilty about just sitting there loving my baby. She gave me permission to do nothing but sit and rock and snuggle.

Now I pass this on to new mothers who need it. You have permission to give yourself permission.

The full poem goes like this:

Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

Birth photography isn't all just placentas and umbilical cords. Birth is full of tender moments between you and those you choose to surround yourself with. Often it includes the woman you have walked through life with whether it be your mom, your sister, or your best friend. Those moments are valuable, too.

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