birth

photography

 

 

Why birth photography? Most people hire a photographer for their wedding day. It’s a beautiful, momentous occasion that marks one of the biggest days of your life. I think giving birth is just as important an event!

 

Birth photography documents the work, the excitement, the anticipation, the support and tender exchanges between you and your partner during labor. It documents that precious moment when you finally meet your baby. It documents all the exciting post partum moments following birth… breathing your baby in, learning to breastfeed, meeting family members.

Birth photography empowers!


It’s easy to forget how strong and amazing you are in the moment. Looking back on your birth photos reminds you. Birth photography heals. If you’re looking to have a different birth experience that you have in the past, or need reassurance in processing a difficult birth, your photos can be a source of comfort and healing.

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These precious moments are so often missed because there’s just not enough hands. I want to capture these moments for you. They cannot be recreated and they should be celebrated and remembered forever!

We will not have a birth without Leilani photographing it! She is simply amazing and gets the most breathtaking pictures every time!

 

Hunter - Dad to Evelynn

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your INVESTMENT

& mine

 


 

Behind every beautiful birth image is a story, the story of mama and baby, but also me.

 

Every story I capture starts with me leaving in the middle of family dinner, or holiday, or kids performance, or 2am at night. I throw on some clothes, grab something to eat, drive (sometimes bleary-eyed) to the place of birth, and get my head in the game. Whatever was happening before is gone from my mind. It wasn't just me that signed up for this, but my husband, my kids. This isn't a job, this is a lifestyle. I couldn't do this without their support and understanding. I have to switch gears from mom/wife/chauffeur.

 

The story continues with me walking into the birth space and taking everything in. Reading the room. Like a game of double dutch, I jump in only when the moment is right. I observe mom. I carefully choose my frames. I play them out in my mind before, during and after so that I can be sure I am telling the story with precision and grace. You can't have an "off" day in this gig. There's no second chance to capture a once-in-a-lifetime moment. So, come what may - be it lousy lighting, cramped spaces, unwelcoming staff, temperamental equipment, you better be ready for anything. Then, after baby is born, a new story begins. 1 becomes 2 or 2 becomes 3 and I watch again as life makes way for this new little addition who has to adjust to bright lights, cold air and loud voices. And I document it all. Every cry, every coo, every grimace and sometimes smile, every suckle, every curled toe and splayed finger and unfocused gaze on mom. There is no one moment that is more spectacular than another. And then I leave the new family behind in their own world where nothing else matters, and I go home to my warm bed and my wonderful family, who always, always ask "how did it go?" My kids always want to know "boy or girl?" And I sleep, or eat, and take care of myself so that I can dive into the images with a fresh mind. Hundreds of them. I comb through them with a fine eye. It takes a few weeks. And that's on purpose. I let the story breathe. I let it settle. And then I give it new life as I edit. One of my kids tells me that as I sit there working on these stories, I smile. In my mind, I am reliving this spectacle of a new life just beginning. And it keeps me grounded. It really does. But each birth I attend begins a new cycle, an all-consuming one... mind, body, spirit.

 

Then, after baby is born, a new story begins. 1 becomes 2 or 2 becomes 3 and I watch again as life makes way for this new little addition who has to adjust to bright lights, cold air and loud voices. And I document it all. Every cry, every coo, every grimace and sometimes smile, every suckle, every curled toe and splayed finger and unfocused gaze on mom. There is no one moment that is more spectacular than another. And then I leave the new family behind in their own world where nothing else matters, and I go home to my warm bed and my wonderful family, who always, always ask "how did it go?" My kids always want to know "boy or girl?" And I sleep, or eat, and take care of myself so that I can dive into the images with a fresh mind. Hundreds of them. I comb through them with a fine eye. It takes a few weeks. And that's on purpose. I let the story breathe. I let it settle. And then I give it new life as I edit. One of my kids tells me that as I sit there working on these stories, I smile. In my mind, I am reliving this spectacle of a new life just beginning. And it keeps me grounded. It really does. But each birth I attend begins a new cycle, an all-consuming one... mind, body, spirit.

And I document it all.

Every cry, every coo, every grimace and sometimes smile, every suckle, every curled toe and splayed finger and unfocused gaze on mom. There is no one moment that is more spectacular than another. And then I leave the new family behind in their own world where nothing else matters, and I go home to my warm bed and my wonderful family, who always, always ask "how did it go?" My kids always want to know "boy or girl?" And I sleep, or eat, and take care of myself so that I can dive into the images with a fresh mind. Hundreds of them. I comb through them with a fine eye. It takes a few weeks. And that's on purpose. I let the story breathe. I let it settle. And then I give it new life as I edit. One of my kids tells me that as I sit there working on these stories, I smile. In my mind, I am reliving this spectacle of a new life just beginning. And it keeps me grounded. It really does. But each birth I attend begins a new cycle, an all-consuming one... mind, body, spirit.

 

Then, after baby is born, a new story begins. 1 becomes 2 or 2 becomes 3 and I watch again as life makes way for this new little addition who has to adjust to bright lights, cold air and loud voices. And I document it all. Every cry, every coo, every grimace and sometimes smile, every suckle, every curled toe and splayed finger and unfocused gaze on mom. There is no one moment that is more spectacular than another. And then I leave the new family behind in their own world where nothing else matters, and I go home to my warm bed and my wonderful family, who always, always ask "how did it go?" My kids always want to know "boy or girl?" And I sleep, or eat, and take care of myself so that I can dive into the images with a fresh mind. Hundreds of them. I comb through them with a fine eye. It takes a few weeks. And that's on purpose. I let the story breathe. I let it settle. And then I give it new life as I edit. One of my kids tells me that as I sit there working on these stories, I smile. In my mind, I am reliving this spectacle of a new life just beginning. And it keeps me grounded. It really does. But each birth I attend begins a new cycle, an all-consuming one... mind, body, spirit.

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Award winning birth and newborn photographer, serving the Austin, Cedar Park, Round Rock and surrounding areas.

 

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