m + d newborn session

Welcome December! If you can recall, I first met this lovely couple from their maternity shoot. They have since gone from a duo to a trio. We met a few days before Halloween, so of course they put their little sweetie in her first costume!

It’s such an honour when clients return. I feel so blessed to photograph the same people more than once. On top of that, photographing new babies doesn’t feel like a job! We spent part of the afternoon in my home studio, and with soft music playing in the background and easy conversation, it was a wonderful time. I hope to see them again in the future.

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newborn photography session

I received a bit of an urgent email in June, in which I was asked if I could photograph a couple and their newborn child before they left town in a matter of days. They had come into the city so that the mother could deliver her baby in a hospital, and I believe that it had taken longer than they originally anticipated. After their son arrived, they had little time to enjoy being new parents before they had to leave their hotel and make the long trek back home.

I had a cancellation for a session that was scheduled for the next evening, so I gladly accepted. I will never turn down an opportunity to photograph a newborn.

I spent just over an hour capturing the family of three. It was a short and blissful session that was mostly filled with nursing and outfit changes. I can’t help but overshare some of the 450+ photographs that I took that night. I hope that you can all get a sense of the delicate atmosphere that was filled with soft baby cries, laughter, and the television as background noise.

Again, these are just a few of those photographs. To book a session, please visit Prudence + Me Photography.

<3

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at the lake

We had spent Canada Day this year at the same provincial park where we built our last home. Three years ago, it was just Geoffrey, myself, and our dogs having a picnic on our newly purchased lot. We sat on the untamed earth, that was wild with sand, cacti, grass, and ticks. Later we went for a bike ride. The weather was hot and looking back, we were so young and naive about what was to come.

Last year, we took Remy to the beach that was only a stone’s throw from our home. It was overcast and muggy that day. We were the only people there, and for that reason, I loved it. We didn’t stay long as she was only four months old and couldn’t really appreciate it. However, I will always remember it and will tell her about her first Canada Day when she’s older.

This year, the weather was incredibly warm. Almost too warm! The sun shone the entire day, and there was hardly a breeze. We packed up Remy and her new Radio Flyer Trike, and made the long drive back to the provincial park.

A big part of me hates going there. I have such a hard time letting go of things. I always have and it’s something that I need to work on. I miss our little home on that sandy street more than I can bare sometimes. I often let Geoffrey know as he is the one who ultimately made the decision for us to move. Perhaps one day we will be back for good.

We parked in the church parking lot, and decided to walk to the beach from there. It was so busy this year! There were families and dogs everywhere. There were also many people paddle boarding and kayaking. Remy loved it, though. She’s a big people-watcher, and over the last few months she has started engaging with strangers a lot more. She won everyone over with her squeals and giggles and chubby thighs.

We also couldn’t get her out of the water. She’s always been a water baby and that day was no different. We spent the entire time being in the lake. She would crawl in up to her neck, or if I held her hands then she walked in up to her armpits. The bottom was pure sand, which is one reason why I love that beach. It’s small and soft on your feet. The deeper we went, the colder it became. She didn’t mind one bit. My tough girl.

It was just an amazing day. Did you guys enjoy your Canada Day/Independence Day as well? Let me know!

<3

Emory

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photographing my birth photographer

Geoffrey and I met and fell in love with Sasha when she was one of the instructor’s at our birth prepardness class. She was also a doula, mother to four, and birth photographer. She wore many hats.

Sasha was one of the few people that was present for the duration of my labour. Because she was there for the most important moment for our little family, I think that I will always have a special bond with her. So as you could imagine, I was honoured when she said that she would like to hire me as her newborn photographer. She was about to give birth to her fifth child!

After her son arrived, I waited a month before driving out to their farm. It just so happened that it was also her birthday. How lucky was I to be able to not only meet that little cutie, but to spend an hour with her on such a special day? I swear, sometimes I have to pinch myself just to make sure that this new path that I’ve recently begun is real.

These are just a few of those photographs. To book a session, please visit Prudence + Me Photography.

<3

Emory

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a home birth story

Caitlin Newborn-4Just over a week ago, my sister gave birth to her sixth child.

It was an unplanned home birth. She had called me at 11 pm and had asked me to come over and watch her sleeping children so that she and her husband could make their way to the hospital. By the time that I had arrived 45 minutes later, I had expected to see them waiting in the driveway. What I saw instead was their garage door open, my step-dad’s truck, and an ambulance parked outside.

Caitlin Newborn-3I quickly parked and ran inside. I wanted to throw up and cry all at once, for I thought that something terrible had happened. What I saw instead was a scene of calm. Everyone was standing around and my sister was on the phone. I asked, “what happened?” The first responder said, “she had the baby.” I thought they were joking. I saw that my sister was holding a towel around her waist, but I didn’t see nor hear a baby. After looking more closely at my sister, I saw that she was indeed holding her daughter. I began to cry.

Caitlin Newborn-2My sister’s water broke as soon as she had got off the phone with me. She and her husband went downstairs to leave for the hospital, but the baby didn’t want to wait any longer. After getting 911 on the phone, my brother-in-law delivered his beautiful daughter into this world. She apparently came in four pushes, while my sister was standing up.

Caitlin Home Birth-29 - Version 2My sister is a warrior, and such a strong mother. She also had the home birth that she always wanted. I got there in time to witness the birth of the placenta. I was so thrilled, since my sister was there for the birth of Remy.

Caitlin Home Birth-3In the end, God and luck and everything else was on her side. The baby is healthy, and of course, very loved. What more could we ask for?

I hope everyone had a lovely Father’s Day! Welcome to the world, Esme Marie.

<3

Emory

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  • Hello, friends. My name is Emory. I live on the Canadian prairies with my husband, daughter, and animals. Welcome!
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  • Thank you to all those who liked, commented, and sent me messages yesterday. I am overwhelmed by your love. I would like to share one more thing. Since 2013, I have used my blog as a creative outlet and my Instagram account as my diary. I feel it’s a much better platform to reach out to others, and to be more truthful (if we dare). I try to only follow those who don’t always show the ups and highs of their “perfect” lives. While I think that the more popular, beige square, ad-infused, California chic, glam mother accounts are beautiful, I also find them to be depressing and unoriginal. A miscarriage is real. It is nothing to be ashamed of. If you don’t choose to discuss yours, that’s totally fine! I needed to share mine in order to begin my grieving and healing process. I am now a mother to two children. This is something that I did not want to, nor will I ever hide. Yes, our second child came much too early and did not survive, but that does not make his/her life any less worthy. Our baby was alive at one time. Our baby has a soul. Now, our baby has a name and will forever be part of our family. We are a family of four- three on earth and one angel in heaven. So, thanks again all. Sadness. What a difference a year can make. Last holiday season, Remy turned 10 months old. She had just gotten her first two teeth, and on Christmas morning, had learned to crawl. This year, we are mourning the loss of our second child. I suffered a miscarriage this week, and it has left a deep void in our family. This was going to be our Christmas card where we revealed to friends and family our joyous secret. Now, it remains one of our only photos as a family of four. Because of this, I want to share it with the world. Give your children an extra hug and kiss for me tonight. You are so blessed to have them. All my love, Emory.
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