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My middle child just yelled down the stairs. I think he really meant it, for this is what I found:
The secret to a happy childhood is indeed a solid foundation. Don’t hate me because I’m such a wonderful parent. You could learn a lot from me. You’re welcome.
On that morning, she got dressed up in her preppy best, ate her bowl of oatmeal all by herself, helped me pack up the water bottle in her backpack, stood on tiptoes to kiss her brothers and her daddy goodbye, hopped into the car with me, and eagerly walked into her very first classroom.
On that afternoon, I picked her up–exhausted, hungry, with stringy hair, and bleary-eyed from crying all day.
Her, too.
This is not going to be easy. Not one bit.
I know I’m a tad bit late on this, but it was a tough choice. We have a tie:
I’ll be posting many, many more from her session soon.
Just 
…I’m SO impressed with how much he wanted to paint. And he didn’t even care that it was pink…
…my days and nights are filled with construction and we’re getting *so* close to a finished product…
…I couldn’t wait to do some new test shots against my purdy studio wall…
…this weekend we’ll be working in secret to surprise a very special little boy by turning this mess into his very own bedroom…
…that very special little boy happens to be turning FIVE this weekend!!
Have a happy and safe Labor Day Weekend!!!
When I got the call that this would be “the day” I was so caught off guard. He wasn’t supposed to arrive until the end of August. This was the middle of JUNE! But it was an emergency situation and he had to be born…immediately. Driving over to the hospital that day, I was so full of concern and emotion and I just kept wondering how in the world these parents (first-time parents) would be able to deal with what was about to happen? I mean, it’s scary enough having your first child, but to get a surprise like this and not knowing how this new little life would manage outside of the womb…I can’t even imagine.
I remember sitting in the waiting room…alone (nobody had time to get there), waiting for some sort of news when a man in glasses strode through the door leading to L&D. He was grinning from ear to ear and perhaps still a little white from the shock of it all. His son was here! He was tiny (2lbs 3oz), but he was healthy and it was an absolute a miracle!
I’ve had only a little bit of experience with preemies, but in that experience, I knew that this new family of three had a long road ahead of them. A road filled with machine beeping and tubes and tests and unknowns and ups and downs and infinite 3 minute hand-washings. While I was supposed to be there to capture the “birth day,” I knew that all of those amazing first moments of this particular birth would be delayed over many, many days (67 days in all). And so I asked them if they wanted me to chronicle this very different birth journey. And so we did.
Beverly (who happens to be a very talented photographer) has allowed me to share the birth of Baby Miles with you all in the hopes that it will help other parents who are in or may someday be on a NICU journey and to generate support for the March of Dimes. After watching Miles’ birth slideshow, if you are so inspired, perhaps you could donate or volunteer? In fact, to help celebrate Miles’ homecoming, I pledge to contribute $1 per comment left on this post (one per person; up to $300) left between now and Sept. 1, 2010 to the March of Dimes.
So here you go. This is Miles’ birth story…from the day he was born…to the day he got to come home. Truly something to celebrate:
[Music by Philip Hintze and “Welcome Baby” by my dear friend Michelle Jamail. Interestingly, I used this same compilation for previous births, but it fascinates me how “Welcome Baby” took on an entirely new meaning here.]
