I’ve never been to Winnipeg before. While I was really interested in seeing that city, I wasn’t too thrilled with going there in the middle of February. A conference I was attending happen to take place in Winnipeg this year, so off I go from the mild Vancouver with cherry blossom to the sub-zero Winnipeg.
Other than presenting a workshop and networking at the conference, I didn’t have a ton of responsibilities. In fact, my boss encouraged me to skip out a part of the agenda and go visit the Human Rights museum with her. It’s the first national museum to be built outside of Ottawa. I have to say, I was seriously impressed. The architecture is breathtaking, and the displays were so well done that I–as a non-museum lover–actually really enjoyed it. Too bad I only had my cell phone camera, which really doesn’t do the place any justice.
The amazing walkways connecting the exhibits.
All the exhibits are connected by walkways like this.
The start of the exhibits.
Looking out the window.
View from the top.
Being away for four days felt like forever away from the kids. By Friday, I was just dying to get home as my heart ached to hold them in my arms. Josh welcomed me home with a big hug and kisses. Savanna held onto my neck tightly, rubbing her face all over mine, and quietly chanted “mommy, mommy” like she didn’t believe I was actually home. For a good half an hour, she wouldn’t let me put her down. I held her, kissed her, and I cried. It felt like a giant hole in my heart is finally filled.
Winnipeg was a frozen tundra.
Happy to be home and holding my baby in my arms.
I had two glamour and one maternity photo sessions lined up today. Everything went as well as I had hoped for. Everyone had a good time, and I was happy with the results. But it was the one session I didn’t get to photograph that occupies my mind tonight.
Earlier this week, I received an email from a family who had newborn twins, but is expecting one of the twins to not live much longer. We made tentative plans for me to go photograph the baby at the NICU as a NILMDTS volunteer.
Late last night, a NICU nurse called me and said the family decided to take the baby off life support right then, a day before schedule. I said I was available and ready to go. The nurse put me on hold so she can get a final verbal consent from the family. She came back on the phone and said the family was so devastated that they turned down my offer to photograph the baby. The nurse thanked me and we hung up.
As a mother, I cannot begin to imagine the difficult decisions that this family has to make. I have been at the NICU a number of times, photographing babies who won’t be going home. Nothing can ever prepare someone for losing a baby, and there are no words of comfort profound enough to make the pain go away.
So tonight my thoughts are with this family who went through hell. I am so sorry for your loss.
What happens when you and your BFF are pregnant at the same time? You book a photo session to capture this special time of your lives.
Angie and Des have been friends since the first grade. Their babies are due within a few weeks of each other. Angie surprised Des with a photo session to document this exciting and precious moment in time.
The “K” and the “D” are the initials of their babies.
If you have followed my blog for any amount of time, you would have heard me mention my friend Itt, who happens to be the last human being on earth who isn’t on Facebook. I try not to hold that against her.
Itti has been one of the biggest supporter of my photography journey. She is so supportive that she volunteered to be my first glamour shoot model. Unfortunately our schedules conflicted, then I was sick, blah blah blah, and it only took 2 months for our shoot to actually happen.
When we finally got shooting, magic happens.