The first birth. And blessed connections.
I had attended doula training several years prior but hadn't jumped into birth work yet. The privilege of witnessing such a raw and intimate experience can't be understated, and to be honest, I was a little intimidated by that responsibility. But my sweet friend/hairdresser who knew I was a photographer and was wanting to get into birth photography reached out asking if she could pass my info along to a friend.
Why, yes please!
And so it was decided - Jessi invited me to her birth, which would only be a few weeks later.
I was on my way to help with Sunday evening youth group when I got a text from Dustin that they were heading to the birth center. Conveniently, I was pulling into the Starbucks drive-thru when the message came through, so I picked up my drink and turned around to head to Norman.
When I got there, the first thing I noticed was vocalizing coming from the birthing suite.
The second thing I noticed was Poor Bishop Hooper playing in the background.
"Ah yes, my people," I thought to myself.
Mind you, due to the last minute nature of things, Jessi & I hadn't met. How's that for trust? I'm honored that she was willing to invite me, a stranger, to her birth.
They had arrived to the birth center twenty minutes before me. The tub was being filled until they realized things were moving too quickly. There she was, on all fours, mere minutes away from pushing her baby out. The whole team was stationed beside the tub, mom grasping onto it as she coped through the most intense part of labor - husband and midwives surrounding her, speaking words of encouragement.
It happened fast. Intensely fast. Caught by the careful hands of Midwife Taelor, baby was placed on mom's back
"You did it."
"Your baby is safe."
"Take your time, mama."
After a moment to catch her breath, she emerged from labor land, ready to meet her baby.
The team moved to the bed, making sure mom and baby were both well.
The shivers set in - "a very common, temporary, and normal physiological response to the intense stress, hormonal shifts, and adrenaline dump of labor" - and the placenta needed a little encouraging. Dad held baby for the first time while the midwives helped mom through the last bit of work.
After everyone was settled and mom and baby tucked cozily under the blankets, we left the room and gave the family some space to rest.
 
Grandma came to meet her new granddaughter - what joy!
 
 
The newborn exam... One of my favorite parts to document - midwives looking everything over and parents noticing things about their new babe for the first time.
 
All that was left now was to rest and get to know their baby girl for a bit before they packed up and headed home to sleep in their own bed - all before midnight.
And that's the story of Alora's birth.
Jessi's experience
in her own words
 
Inviting Clare to capture the birth of our third child, Alora, was one of the best decisions we made in preparing for my delivery. At first, my husband and I were uncertain about having another person in the birth space, but Clare’s calm and supportive presence during my labor and delivery quickly put us at ease. She didn’t just take photos—she captured moments, the raw emotions and beauty of such an intimate experience. Being able to look back at those photos and remember the joy, love, and peace we felt, knowing it was all a gift from God, is something I will cherish forever. These images are more than memories; they are a lasting reminder of the grace and strength that surrounded us during such a profound moment in our lives.
 
These kind words absolutely floored me when I read them. Because Jessi's remarks mirror my heart so strongly.
My mission as a birth photographer is to capture moments that fill you with gratitude when you look back on them. That bring you to worship the Lord for the moments He's gifted you.
So very grateful these two trusted a stranger (me) to document the birth of their daughter.