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So we're coming up on the end of the first year with DD. Seeing all the flowers starting to come up, like they did last year, I'm spending a lot of time remembering how things were and her wonderful birth.<br><br>
Well we had a midwife assisted hospital birth, and it was wonderful, and really during my labor and delivery, I couldn't tell I was in a hospital, thankfully. I went in at 7pm, and thus labored mostly in the dark with a string of white x-mas lights that the midwife brought, and had her at 220am... So basically it was dark the whole time, which I really appreciated, and I'm sure DD did too, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The problem that I'm having as I'm reminiscing, is that DH and I didn't want to keeping using the flash on the camera as it seemed really intrusive at the time. That means that we have basically no pictures of the labor, the birth, and very few of the baby until around 2 days old. Only a couple turned out ok, and a couple are really blurry, but kind of in a good way.<br><br>
DH and I are pretty decent photographers, and much of our life we have documented in images, except this event, one of the most important of our lives. It's just always been how we do things (heck I have several close relatives that are professional photographers), so I'm having a really hard time with that one single regret about the birth.<br><br>
Does anyone have any wisdom to share that might help me just get over this??... DH is really tired of hearing about it b/c he feels like it's his fault (since he was taking the pics), and I don't want him to feel that way. Did anyone else not take many pics?<br><br>
I almost feel like this just the type of event that one should just remember the way that we perceived it, instead of on paper (or digitally on screen in this case)? If you showed me the couple of pics that we do have, and asked me what they're of, I wouldn't have said my birth, b/c I just don't remember it that way!
Well we had a midwife assisted hospital birth, and it was wonderful, and really during my labor and delivery, I couldn't tell I was in a hospital, thankfully. I went in at 7pm, and thus labored mostly in the dark with a string of white x-mas lights that the midwife brought, and had her at 220am... So basically it was dark the whole time, which I really appreciated, and I'm sure DD did too, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The problem that I'm having as I'm reminiscing, is that DH and I didn't want to keeping using the flash on the camera as it seemed really intrusive at the time. That means that we have basically no pictures of the labor, the birth, and very few of the baby until around 2 days old. Only a couple turned out ok, and a couple are really blurry, but kind of in a good way.<br><br>
DH and I are pretty decent photographers, and much of our life we have documented in images, except this event, one of the most important of our lives. It's just always been how we do things (heck I have several close relatives that are professional photographers), so I'm having a really hard time with that one single regret about the birth.<br><br>
Does anyone have any wisdom to share that might help me just get over this??... DH is really tired of hearing about it b/c he feels like it's his fault (since he was taking the pics), and I don't want him to feel that way. Did anyone else not take many pics?<br><br>
I almost feel like this just the type of event that one should just remember the way that we perceived it, instead of on paper (or digitally on screen in this case)? If you showed me the couple of pics that we do have, and asked me what they're of, I wouldn't have said my birth, b/c I just don't remember it that way!