When God wants a great work done in the world or a great wrong righted, he goes about it in a very unusual way. He doesn’t stir up his earthquakes or send forth his thunderbolts. Instead, he has a helpless baby born, perhaps in a simple home out of some obscure mother. And then God puts the idea into the mother’s heart, and she puts it into the baby’s mind. And then God waits. The greatest forces in the world are not the earthquakes and the thunderbolts. The greatest forces in the world are babies.
– E. T. Sullivan

I had the privilege of assisting and photographing at my dear friend, Julia’s homebirth in September. I didn’t take nearly the amount of pictures I thought I would due to the fact that it was a fast labor and it was SO quiet! The camera was not quiet however, and neither was the 100mm lens I used occasionally. So instead of around 500 photos, I took just under 300. Don’t worry, I only picked my favorites for the slideshow. My friend Tamra, lent me her baby (read: one of her DSLR cameras and all but one of her lenses), while she was on vacation in California. Julia’s little one happened to wait until Tamra got back, but due to a mis-communication, I was still photographer. Our midwife (I say our, because she’s also my midwife), had called her assistant shortly after I arrived, but the baby came so fast, that I ended up being assistant as well.

I was in awe the whole time. Julia was amazing to watch. Her home was so peaceful, and so was she. She needed no interference or help. She trusted her body and listened to her heart. It was such an honor to be there. I told her that I loved the whole experience. I love birth and babies! Thank you, Julia, for allowing me to be a part of this sacred occasion.


Why I LOVE my baby boy:

His face is like a ray of sunshine.
He wants to be with me all the time.
He still loves to nurse and reconnect.
His babbles make me smile.
He depends on me, rain or shine.
He gives the best “lovies” in the world.
His laughter and smiles fill a room with joy.
He always gives more than he takes.
He is very laid back and mellow.
His curiosity is contagious.
He has the sweetest voice.
He loves me, unconditionally.

Brandi and baby Peter, 03/31/2009, 15 months

I am so in love with this baby of mine, and I’m sure from all the posts about him, you couldn’t tell that.

Celine Dion – Miracle Lyrics

You’re my life’s one Miracle,
Everything I’ve done that’s good
And you break my heart with tenderness,
And I confess it’s true
I never knew a love like this till you….

You’re the reason I was born
Now I finally know for sure
And I’m overwhelmed with happiness
So blessed to hold you close
The one that I love most
Though the future has so much for you in store
Who could ever love you more?

The nearest thing to heaven,
You’re my angel from above
Only God creates such perfect love

When you smile at me, I cry
And to save your life I’ll die
With a romance that is pure heart,
You are my dearest part
Whatever it requires,
I live for your desires
Forget my own, your needs will come before
Who could ever love you more?

Well there is nothing you could ever do,
To make me stop, loving you
And every breath I take,
Is always for your sake
You sleep inside my dreams and know for sure
Who could ever love you more?

Early this morning as my precious little one awoke to nurse again, I cradled him in my arms and pondered the wonderful miracle that he is. He is so near and dear to me and truly a blessing in my life. Though Peter’s birth was long and hard for me, I now look back on it with fond memories and excitement for the next one. I love to stroke his oh so soft head and take in his sweet newborn scent. I play with his tiny hands and feet as he slumbers in my arms or at my breast. He’s dependent on me for everything he needs to live and be happy. He’ll be grown up so soon that I just soak up his angel dust and love it while it lasts. Then, I’ll love his first steps, first word, first book he read by himself, first best friend, first bike ride, first invention, first speech, first date…

Earlier today I came across this page. She made me think about some of the ways I cherish my little ones. I know baby Peter isn’t my last baby, and frankly I’m not sure if the next one will be either. What I do know, is that I will welcome the babies that come to our family with much love and care. Heavenly Father has entrusted my husband and I to take care of His precious children and to teach them about who they are and why they are here on earth. It is a great (and at times, overwhelming) responsibility, but with His help we’ll bring His children home to Him again when their time on earth is through.

Babies Don’t Keep
By Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo

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
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.