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.

To book your own session, please visit Prudence + Me Photography.

Emory

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river maternity session

This mother-to-be was such a joy to work with. She radiated beauty and a quiet confidence, and it was evident just how excited she and her boyfriend were to become first-time parents. If I could have a maternity session every week like this one, I would be one happy mama.

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

Emory

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baby wearing

BABYWEARING-3Before becoming a mum, I had a mental list of things that I swore I would not do once our baby came along. That of course went out the window, and I now do 95% of them. The first one was co-sleeping. Another was wearing a wrap or sling. The latter is precisely what today’s post is all about.

BABY WEARING - 0My sister had gifted me her Moby Wrap towards the end of my pregnancy. I thanked her, then tucked it away in my closet. I secretly thought that all wraps were for neo-hippie parents. My husband and I are just the opposite. So, a short while after receiving the wrap, we went and purchased a baby carrier instead. That was more our style.

BABY WEARING - 1Remy was two weeks old when I published something on Instagram along the lines of asking for advice to soothe her during her evening fussy periods. In every single comment I had a mother telling me to simply wear her around the house. That evening I stuck her in the baby carrier. She didn’t like it at all, and I didn’t like how she fit into it. She was so tiny and so low on my body. So I threw that suggestion out the window.

BABY WEARING - 2It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I turned to Geoffrey and told him that I was going to try wearing her again, but this time in the wrap. I pulled it out of the closet, quickly watched a video on how to put it on, and placed her in it. She stopped crying within minutes, and fell into a deep sleep. I was astonished, relieved, and humbled. Clearly, in my bid to go against all things crunchy, I forgot to take into consideration the most important thing, my daughter. I personally did not want to wear a wrap because everyone does it. I never thought that the reason behind their popularity is because they work. It’s what the baby needs to feel snug and secure. Suffice it to say that I have been converted. I’m even looking into purchasing a sling.

I never thought that baby wearing would be such a life saver. Now I look forward to our daily wearing sessions.

<3

Emory 

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my birth story

birth photography - 5Every morning whilst pregnant, I would search all things baby into WordPress reader. One type of post that often showed up were personal birth stories. At first I was baffled as to why anyone would want to relive such a painful time in their lives. Having never experienced birthing a baby, I was too anxious to read any of the posts. Only now do I understand the motivation behind posting such an event. These stories are not terrifying moments in one’s life, but really quite beautiful ones. My own birth story was not the horror story that I had anticipated. In fact, it was such an pivotal moment of my life, and literally, a life-giving one as well.

So, my wonderful readers, here is my own birth story. Please read at your own discretion.

birth photographyFebruary 25. 8 a.m.

It was one week and one day before my due date. On my walk that morning, I had felt extremely winded and uncomfortable. After returning home around 9 am, I was in no mood to eat. I started to feel sick to my stomach, but had attributed it to being overly pregnant and exhausted.

11 a.m.

I decided to start taking measures into my own hands. I had read that drinking Raspberry Leaf tea was one of the many safe ways to induce labour. Not thinking that it would actually do anything, I made myself a cup, then I took my computer and went to work from bed.

1 p.m.

My husband had texted me that his lunch break was over and that he was going back to class. He knew that I wasn’t feeling good that morning and so he kept his phone on him in case of an emergency. Before I could reply to him, I felt a strange popping sensation in my stomach. It was something that I had never felt before and so I instinctively went to the bathroom. What I saw was a ‘bloody show’, then my first real contraction came radiating through my back. Panicking, I called my mum, who lives out of province. I told her that I thought I was in labour, but did not want to call my husband in the event that it was a false alarm.  Then my next four contractions went from 10 minutes, to 6 minutes, to 3 minutes, to 2.5 minutes, all in succession. So I hung up the phone, called Geoffrey and my sister, and began packing the remnants of my hospital bag.

3 p.m.

By the time my husband made it home, my contractions were still 2.5 minutes apart. I was crawling on the floor in my underwear, trying to get ready, take care of the dogs, and text everyone. Geoff threw everything in the vehicle then drove like a mad man to the hospital. We made it there around 3 p.m. After about 20 minutes of paperwork, I was given a gown and a bed. As luck would have it, my regular doctor was away on vacation. I thought that only happened in the movies! I was instead seen by two resident doctors. After more questions and paperwork, they finally performed an internal exam. After they had finished, they began whispering to one another. I asked them how many centimetres dilated I was. They replied that I was 7 cm and that they had better call the on-call doctor.

birth photography - 14 p.m.

By 4 p.m., I was taken to my delivery room. For the next two hours, I sat on a birthing ball and breathed through my contractions. My sister and birth photographer also showed up during that time. By 6 p.m., I was nearly 10 cm. However, my water was still intact, so my sister told the doctors to break it for me. I agreed. After crawling back on the bed, they broke my water, then left the room to go and get prepared for the delivery. On my next contraction, I felt the need to push. I yelled that the baby was coming, and for everyone to get back in the room. They came back, and the rest was a blur.

birth photography - 26 p.m.

My eyes were closed for the final stage of labour. What I do remember is everyone talking and laughing, my sister cheering me on, and thinking about what I forgot to do before I left the house. Geoffrey said that I kept answering “I don’t know” to their questions.

birth photography - 36:55 p.m.

After 55 minutes of pushing, Remy was born. It was the single greatest moment of my life.

birth photography - 47 p.m. and Onwards

After several photographs, texts, phone calls, skin-to-skin time, and a shower, we were all finally ready to be taken to our private room. While being transferred there, the delivery room nurse had commented that because it was such a quick labour, that next time I should come to the hospital as soon as I experience contractions. I replied that I did! In truth, everything happened so quickly that they didn’t even have time to insert an IV. I went into my birth not wanting to have any drugs, and that desire was fulfilled. However, if it had went longer than those 6 hours, I think that I would have changed my mind about the epidural. I certainly understand why women get them now.

Inevitably, I was so shocked that Remy was a girl. I was convinced throughout my pregnancy that I would be having a boy. Now, I can’t imagine it any other way. She is the best gift to come into my life, and is the best decision that my husband and I ever made. I love my little Rem-Star, and I would definitely go through it all again for her.

<3

Emory

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time lapse video

Hello, everyone! It’s been one month to the day since my last blog post. The time has both flown and has slowly gone by, and I’ve been relishing every moment with my little one. 

I wanted to share a video with you that I made documenting my pregnancy. I had my photograph taken every two weeks whilst being pregnant, as I was curious to see how my body would change over the nine months. I also wanted our future baby to see how she grew inside of her mum.

While I won’t quite be returning to three or more posts a week, I do plan on getting back into the swing of things. I also did not take maternity leave, so things have been extra busy around here. In the meantime, it’s great to return to such a familiar and positive space, and I can’t wait to start talking to all of you again!

Have a great weekend, and enjoy.

<3

Emory

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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
    email: helloscarlettblog@outlook.com

  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every waking and spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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