Holiday Mini Sessions Open Now!~ NJ Portrait Photographer

I’m excited to announce that I have opened up booking for Holiday Minis! This year, I ‘m even more pleased to announce that 10% of each session will be donated to NJ Farmers Against Hunger. This is an amazing organization that allows farms to donate their extra produce to those in need. Please contact me ASAP to book your date as slots will go quickly!

October 28th and 29th
Rain Date: November 4th and 5th

 

October 28, 2017

9:00am
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11:30am
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2:50pm
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October 29, 2017

9:00am  Booked
10:40am
11:30am
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Allison’s Birth Story~ NJ Newborn Photographer

*Long birth story ahead.  Scroll down for Fresh 48 and Newborn Photos if you want to skip ahead to the cuteness*

As I sit down to write out my third and final birth story, I am caught in my heart a little.  I can’t believe this will be the last birth story I write.  It’s been such a privilege to create, carry, and sustain these little lives that I feel my words will fall short.

Let me start out by being honest.  Allison was such a surprise in every single way.  We had not planned on completing our family at this time.  But, I truly feel that our timing is inferior to God’s timing and He must know something that we didn’t.   After adjusting to that shock, I began to plan for another unmedicated water birth.  Then, at my 20 week anatomy scan, we found out that I had a complete placenta previa.  I was devastated.  Placenta previa has plagued all three of my pregnancies but this is the first time it was complete and that my midwives weren’t just positive it would move and it began to look like I would have a cesarean birth at 37 weeks.  But, they were amazing and continued to encourage me and we kept scanning until it did indeed move at 32 weeks.

Our second born, Natalie, had arrived at 40 weeks and 1 day in just 4 hours.  I had mentally prepared myself, not only for a 40 week delivery, but a FAST delivery.  I poured over youtube videos of home births and car births, trying to prepare my husband and I for the possibility of an emergency unassisted birth.  I was convinced that this baby was going to just fall out.   I wasn’t afraid of this scenario, though.  As a doula, I felt confident that my body was capable of delivering my daughter in any situation.

And this is where the story of the birth of Allison truly begins…

39 Weeks.  I snap my weekly selfie and note the drastic lowering of my belly.  I’d spent the weekend having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions.   I’m extremely in tune to my body and even speculated that I would be surprised if I made it to 40 weeks.  Up until that point, I had been so sure that I’d not only make it to 40 weeks, but I’d probably go overdue just because I had ended up in L&D with preterm contractions at 35 weeks.   I was HOPING to overdue as I was very much enjoying my pregnancy despite the awful heartburn and round ligament pain.

39 Weeks, 1 day.  I wake up and spend the day wrangling my older 2 children while preparing for my parent’s arrival the following day.   All throughout the day, I was experiencing consistent contractions.  But, they weren’t lasting very long and they weren’t intensifying, so I dismissed them as being Braxton Hicks.  In hindsight, I was likely in very early labor.    I powered through the contractions while doing laundry, mopping and vacuuming floors, washing dishes, scrubbing toilets… you get the idea.   I spoke to my husband that afternoon and told him that I felt like I would be going into labor within the next few days and it was a good thing my parents were going to be here soon.    That evening, upon his arrival home, I told him that I had been having contractions 5 minutes apart but they still weren’t getting stronger or longer, so I was still convinced they were BH.   He did look a little alarmed but I assured him I was fine and dumped the kids on his lap so I could go shower and relax.

39 weeks, 2 days.  2:30am.  Natalie wakes up wanting to nurse.   She had been nursing much more frequently in recent weeks.   I brought her into my bed and nursed her on one side.  I got up to use the restroom and returned to bed where she decided she wasn’t done yet, and nursed the other side.   Being 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant, I had to use the restroom AGAIN, so I rolled out of bed and felt a pop.  Immediately, I leapt up and ran waddled to the bathroom.  Sure enough, my water had broken.  And it had meconium in it.   This alarmed me slightly, but I was too busy being more freaked out that my labor had started with my water breaking which meant I didn’t have long to get to the hospital.    It was 3am.

I woke my husband and we began to get ready.  We had to wake our friends in the middle of the night to watch our kids since my parents were not in town yet.   Natalie was already wide awake and once we woke Sebastian to let him know the baby was coming, the energy in the house just came alive.   I felt very emotional about those moments of getting them ready and dropping them off.  I knew they were going to be great siblings but there is still something a little sad about watching your babies become “big” brothers and sisters.

We dropped them off around 3:30 and hit the road.  We live about 45 minutes from the hospital, but thankfully, it was the middle of the night so traffic was not bad.  My contractions were coming closer, but still not terribly intense and about 7 minutes apart.  This was a relief because I was really trying to NOT have my baby on the side of I-78 in my husband’s company car.

We arrived at the hospital around 4:15 and were placed in our room around 4:30.  I had called my birth photographer as soon as my water broke so she arrived right after us.   I was placed on the monitor for the standard 20 minutes (more like 45…every single time.  Getting a reactive strip on my babies is almost impossible that early in the morning.  They are sleeping in there!!)   Finally my midwife comes in at 5:30 and checks me… I’m at 4cm…which means I still have a way to go.

I’m finally off the monitor and able to get into the tub, which helps my contractions IMMENSELY.  I had only barely made it into the tub with Natalie when it was time to start pushing, so I was very excited to actually labor in the tub this time.   The water felt amazing and with each contraction, my husband was there to spray water on my back or provide counter pressure.   In between contractions, we laughed and talked.  My photographer was awesome to have there.  She made us feel so comfortable and she got some amazing shots.

The midwife came in and checked me again around 7:40am and I was at 6cm.  I labored in the tub until about 8:15am when I decided to get out and get on the ball a bit. My contractions were still consistent but I was still handling them extremely well and I felt like I needed to try to get into some different positions to encourage more progress.  They also wanted to put me back on the monitor for a bit since I did have meconium in my waters and they wanted to make sure the baby was still tolerating labor well.

I believe I began to enter transition while I was on the monitors.  My contractions began to intensify and were coming much closer together and in clusters.  I so desperately wanted to get back in the tub or in the shower, but they weren’t seeing a reactive strip again.   I chugged juice, ate honey sticks, and rocked into Robert and did hip rotations on the ball until FINALLY they were comfortable enough to let me off of the leash.  I immediately went for the tub.  I had to get back in the water.   My contractions weren’t unbearable or too much to handle, but I knew I would be so much more comfortable in the tub.

I got back in the tub around 9am.   (I think…time becomes fuzzy here)  My contractions start to space out a bit.  I knew from my experience as a doula that some women get a little “break” after transition before the work of pushing baby out.   They spaced out and they changed.  They were no longer wrapping around my back and into my lower belly. Now they were starting from the top of my belly and pushing down.  I recognized this as the beginning of the end of transition and my body preparing for the pushing phase.   At this point, the reality that the end of my last pregnancy was in sight, and it overwhelmed me to the point of tears.   As I mentioned above… I LOVED my pregnancy. I loved my belly.  I loved feeling all of my babies move and kick and hiccup.  I loved dreaming about what they would look like and what their personalities would be like… and here I was, preparing myself physically, mentally, and emotionally to never feel that again.   I was so excited to meet her.  I couldn’t WAIT to have her in my arms…yet part of me wanted to say “stop. Hold on. Slow down.  Let me feel one last kick.  Let her somersault one more time.  Let our hearts beat as one just a little longer….”   And, as if my unspoken prayers were heard, I felt my baby give me a little kick and I cried tears of thanks.   Throughout this emotional gauntlet, my midwife’s steady and reassuring hands cradled my face, wiped my tears, and she held space for me to process this  very profound moment.

10:12am.  My body decides it is time and begins to push.  As easy as the contractions had been for me, pushing felt so much harder this time.   With each surge, my midwife would gently tell me to let her come and my husband was there quietly encouraging me to breathe her out instead of pushing.  To let go of my mind and let my body just do what it needed to do.    It felt like an eternity, but at 10:17am, after 7 hours and 17 minutes of labor and only 5 minutes of pushing, Allison Charlotte entered this world.    I had hoped to catch her myself, but my position made it hard to reach her, so my midwife assisted me and helped me bring her up to my chest, where I sobbed with every emotion I had coursing through me.   But the emotion that was screaming from the rooftops was unimaginable joy.  She was beautiful.  A little strawberry haired baby with blue eyes.   Through my tears, I could see my husband off to the side, telling me “good job, baby.”

We spent some time snuggling in the tub until the cord stopped pulsing.  My husband then cut the cord for the last time and Allison and I became two separate hearts.   As she was being weighed and measured, I got out of the tub and, thankfully, breathing her out meant I had a tiny little tear only requiring 2 stitches.   And, full disclosure, even after just giving birth without any drugs, I was still scared to death of the injections of lidocaine they gave me before stitching me up.   I will have 100 babies drug free, just keep those needles away!!!

We learned that Allison clocked in as our smallest baby at 6lbs 14oz.  The same weight her daddy was when he was born, and just an ounce bigger than I was at birth.   She measured 20.25″ long (20″ after her cone head went down… haha)

We are absolutely in love with her and while I feel I could have all the babies in the world, we feel she completes our family perfectly.   It’s hard to believe she is 6 weeks old, today.

And, if you’ve made it this far…your reward is cute baby photos!

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Third Time’s the Charm~ NJ Maternity Photographer

I have been photographing this family for a very long time.   K is one of my dearest friends and it is always such a good time when I get her and her sweet family in front of my camera.

Many many months ago, I received some exciting news from her.  She was expecting baby #3!   Of course, we were super thrilled and immediately began to plan her various photo shoots.    Back when the trees were still bare and the wind was still brisk, we did a quick shoot to announce that they were expecting their third baby boy.

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Then, once the she AND the rest of the world were in bloom, we got together to make this magic.  I just can’t get enough of her beautiful glow.  She is truly meant to grow these amazing little humans and always looks stunning when she does.

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Pretty in Pink~ NJ Newborn Photographer

One of the most important things to me in my business as a photographer is the trust of my clients.  I want them to know that I fully respect their privacy and their preferences regarding how and where I share their images.   My model release allows you to choose your comfort level from “Please don’t share my images anywhere” to “Print Samples only” to “Share far and wide!”

Sometimes, especially with my littlest subjects, the parents don’t wish to have their images shared.  Which is totally Ok!!   Does it make me sad to not be able to show off these sweet little cherubs?  Absolutely.  BUT… it would make me more sad to violate the trust of my client.

That said, nothing makes my heart SING like when a client revises their privacy agreement or signs the model release after a period of hesitation.   This is a huge honor to me because it shows that my clients have found comfort and trust in me.  Definitely not a detail that goes overlooked.

This little girl was one such client.   She is actually, literally, my littlest client, clocking in at less than 6lbs!    Even being the experienced newborn photographer and mom that I am, I was in awe at how itty bitty she was!   (For reference, my biggest client was DOUBLE her weight at around 11lbs by the time our session came to be)

But, she was an absolute JOY to photograph.  After a full belly and a good wrapping, she snuggled in and fell asleep soundly.   She definitely preferred her tummy sleeping position, so we got tons of that!  And for a brief moment, we caught those beautiful eyes wide open!    But first, we caught a few of her and her proud big brother having a special moment.   He was so sweet to her and you can tell right away that he is going to be not only a great brother, but a great friend.

Lady in Red- NJ Maternity Photographer

One of the things that I’m most excited about in this new year of ABP is that I am now offering a client wardrobe to my maternity clients.   No longer do you have to worry about what to wear for your shoot, as I have you covered!    Currently, we have 2 dresses, a wrap, and a black floor length tutu and are always looking to add more to the wardrobe!  Don’t be afraid to ask for something special!  If we don’t have it, we can order it! 🙂

I received this dress and fell IN LOVE.  It’s a little bit of sweet lace, spiced up a LOT with a deep red.   When this lovely young lady answered a recent model call, I knew this was the dress for her session.   And, was it ever.  She looked absolutely stunning! 

Let them smash cake! ~ NJ Photographer, Children

Or maybe it should be “PLEASE SMASH THE CAKE!!!”  It’s funny how many kids can sit down to an entire frosted cake that is just for them and NOT tear into it.  Their willpower far exceeds my own, I’ll tell you that much.   This beauty turned a year old back in November which is so hard to believe considering THIS seems like just yesterday!  Time just goes so quickly once these long awaited blessings arrive.  They aren’t joking when they say, “the days are long, but the years are short.”

She’s much like her parents…serious and focused with a goofy side.  And can we talk about those curls for a minute?  *swoon*  I can’t get over just how much she looks like her beautiful mother.  (Ok…her dad’s beautiful,too. :P)   And, the other thing she seems to have gotten from her mama was an indifference to cake.  She seemed to much prefer keeping it dignified with a couple of dainty polite tastes.  But in the end, she got a little smash and a little mess and was ready to get cleaned up.

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Priceless Moments ~ North NJ Portrait Photographer, Breastfeeding Session

Recently, I had the honor of joining Jena while she nursed her third and final baby to document this incredible journey that she has been on.   She contacted me, simply stating that she wanted to capture this time; immortalizing these quiet stolen moments of bonding and nurturing.

As I settled in with my camera to snap this sweet baby boy and his mama, she began to share with me her experiences with nursing her three boys.  It’s so amazing how each baby and each experience is so unique and sacred and it was such a blessing to be able to share in this particular story.

Jena is also a talented writer and has shared her experience on her blog.  To read about her nursing journey and how this session came to fruition, please visit her at:

Philosophy Times Four

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