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Well as you might have noticed, we have been neglecting our blog as of the last few months. We were busy finishing up editing the last weddings and sessions before Christmas! And on the 23rd of December, we had a little boy! So hopefully you’ll forgive us

The reason why I decided to write now, and share this blog is because again.. I’m a huge believer in photos. Photos that tell the truth, that tell a story, that tell your story. We has the privilege of having our great friend and photographer Kristina from Poppi Photography come and shoot our birth story. I’ve shot 2 before, and have been in 1 other birth and I knew that not having a photographer there wasn’t an option. Now looking at the photos I see how important they really are.

My memory from the day is quite blurry, at the end I was flying HIGH as a kite!

I was so done being pregnant, and didn’t want to be in the hospital on the 24th/25th and didn’t want to be induced on the 26th. I was 5 days late, so we were talking about inducing. Monday the 22nd came ’round, we walked to our local ghetto hole in the wall mexican place had some enchiladas that I could barely eat, and I decided I was TOO FAT and I needed to have this baby NOW! Also, my Kristina the photographer wasn’t available Wednesday – Friday. So I had Tuesday. I sent my dad and Kellen to the story to buy some Castor Oil. I did it. I put 1 TBLS in some orange juice and chugged that shit down. MMMM, nothing like drinking oil. Went to bed, woke up 4 hours later and BAM! WATER EVERYWHERE! It was like the flood happened in my pants. No lie. It WAS like the movies, and I was a little shocked. I was not expecting that. Then… Then came the worlds worst pain ever. If I had only known….. My contractions started every 20-30 seconds immediately.  No 5-7 minutes happening here. The castor oil worked! Well, after a much dramatic 40 minutes to get to the car (it was maybe 30 ft away) we got to the hospital. After that I don’t really remember much.  We had a doula, which was incredible and wow! Can I just say I don’t think I could have gone as far with out her. Anyways, we labored off and on in a tub, finally got an epidural, then I got stuck at 8 CM for 6 hours. The midwife came in, and said that it was time to start thinking about some other options. We tried some more meds, and after an hour and a half, the dreaded C word came into play. My pelvis was to small for this big headed kid. Kellen got into his onesie, and they wheeled me off.  Then they cut me wide open, and pulled a 8.8 lb 21 1/4″ long boy out. I remember thinking he was ugly when he came out and they showed me him over the curtain. All white, and cone headed… then they cleaned him up and gave him to Kellen. I was only awake for a little bit of that, but it was glorious. I WAS NOT pregnant anymore, and we had our cute little boy.  It wasn’t how imaged, but it was perfect. It was our story.

Kristina came 4 or so hours after I was in the hospital. She really captured the whole story. When I look at these photos I can see the love of the people around me. I can feel the work I had to do for this little boy, and I am so happy to have these moments forever. When I told people we were having our birth photographed we mostly got a “REALLY!? Thats kind of weird”. But, I am so happy we did it. I ‘m so happy we were vulnerable enough to have our friend in the room to join in on our adventure together. I’m happy she got to capture the way Kellen looked at me, and didn’t leave my side the whole 16 hours. How she got my dads reaction of seeing his grandson for the first time. How she got my best friend standing by my side with a look of love and concern. And how in one photo you can see the immediate relief of the epidural. I don’t look the best in every photo, and I have some chins in some. Yes, not just one chin, but a few. But I just don’t care. Its such an important day.

I am sharing this with you because I want you to know that photos mean so much to me. I’m not just talking when I tell you to let someone document you, because we are choosing to do it too. We are choosing to have these moments where I have triple chins, and in the worst pain I’ve ever experienced captured. There is beauty in the real life. So this year, choose to have your story told through photos. You will never ever regret it.

Now Meet Mr. Lincoln Thomas Perlberg

Mamabaio - February 13, 2015 - 2:08 pm

tears! It’s all soooo wonderful

Gemeinschaft | #FOLLOWTHELEDERER - February 8, 2015 - 11:43 pm

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Jan G - January 26, 2015 - 5:01 pm

Ashley & Kellan – these are beautiful as is your new bundle of joy! I keep focusing on how long his fingers are!!! Congrats to your family.

Heather - January 25, 2015 - 10:04 pm

Thank you for sharing! What an amazing way to remember his birth and share it with him someday! What a beautiful family! Congratulations!!!

Holly Nickell - January 25, 2015 - 4:57 am

Ashley and Kellen, Congratulations on your new bundle of joy! The blog and photos are absolutely amazing and captured beautifully. 🙂 Holly

Joshua Jongyoung Son - January 25, 2015 - 4:31 am

Thanks for sharing your life mpments. I am so much impressed and almost crying.

Take care!!

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