Video Diary | A & J | Seattle Baby Photographer

Posted on January 31, 2014

Seattle area Baby Photographer

Sweet Siblings | Seattle area Baby Photographer

A & her baby brother J met me at the studio a few weeks back for a session specifically for six month old baby J but also some sweet sibling shots. Success, I’d say!!

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Sneak Peek | Chic Mama Kelcey | Seattle Maternity Photographer

Posted on January 30, 2014

Seattle area Maternity Photographer

Chic Maternity Photo Shoot | Seattle Maternity Photographer

Meet Kelcey. One of the chicest 37 weeks pregnant moms in the history of… EVER! I can’t wait to meet her baby boy soon!!

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Gwen’s Story | A personal post about infertility

Posted on January 29, 2014

My Four Year Pregnancy

I was pregnant with Gwen for 4 years.

Of course, not literally growing her inside my body for 4 years, but I was completely pregnant with the idea of her for three long years.  For three years, my husband and I struggled with secondary infertility.

We have two sons who are 19 months apart in age. I had hoped to add a third child to our mix pretty quickly after our second son was born. My mother had 3 children in 3 years, so I naturally expected my timetable of family growth to adhere to that standard.

It did not.

After the first year of trying I was mildly irritated. So I prayed more. Shared my irritation with God that My Big Family Plan wasn’t going the way it should.

After the second year of trying for a baby, I became that friend you call to gently break your pregnancy news to before it hits Facebook.  Ouch. Though I appreciated every call and was genuinely excited for every friend, I still hurt inside for myself.

I saw my doctor in the second year and she gave me a list of things to try: gain weight, lose weight, charting, basal temps, vitamins, homeopathic therapy, acupuncture, checking CM (if you know what this is, my heart is with you sister!), jump starting my cycle, etc., etc. There wasn’t anything really ‘wrong’ with me that they could find. I was super healthy, a normal weight, blood work was normal, a favorable personal and family history of fertility… At this point, trying to have a baby was starting to take some serious time out of my life, and romance out of my marriage.

And then we hit the third year… Still no baby and still no answers why I wasn’t pregnant.  Some friends that had a child in year 1 or 2 of our trying to get pregnant were calling me with news of another pregnancy… I couldn’t handle it. Outwardly I behaved with grace and excitement for my friend but inside I felt red, hot pokers jabbing me in the belly over and over and over. I am a woman! This is what I was made for!  I am trying so hard and doing ALL THE THINGS.

IT WAS MY TURN!!!

I began to cry out to God in the night, silent tears slipping down my cheeks. Inside I was screaming with rage and hopelessness. I blamed God. Blamed Him with awful language one minute and pathetic begging the next. I tried reasoning with Him, being ‘extra good’ to earn His favor, and bargaining.

None of it worked.

I did Metformin and Clomid for months. I had a prayer team. I was warily confident.

Nothing.

My husband and I had an agreement: We would try for a third baby until I turned 30. Then we were done. My 30th birthday was approaching quickly. It was September, my birthday is in February. I finished my last round of Clomid/Metformin that fall. When I took my, what felt like, 900th pregnancy test and received a BIG, FAT, N-O red line, I hit a mental and emotional wall. I was done. SO done.

No more drugs. No more charting. No more doctor’s appointments and scheduled romance time. 157 weeks of preoccupation and stress was all I could handle. 1096+ days of tearful prayers was enough for me.

I gave it up to God.

I was so, so tired of this burden of infertility. I had to set it down and walk away from it. I remember praying one night for God to take this burden and all these desires from me if it wasn’t His will for me to hold onto them. I was tired of yelling WHY? and instead was pleading with Him to just take it away, I’ll be obedient. I’ll do Your plan, God. Not mine. I give up on my selfish plan.

He took the burden away.

Life returned to normal. I went on a mission trip to Roatan, Honduras for two weeks right after Thanksgiving. I returned to the US and our family had a wonderful Christmas. Sure, every once in a while I thought about wanting to be pregnant but I didn’t have an overbearing, blinding need to be pregnant.

January 25, 2013. 16 days before I turn 30.

It was a Friday. Jeff and I were home alone in the early evening because our boys were still at school. It was about 5PM. I realized maybe it had been a while since my body had done its thing… One pregnancy test left, why not give it a whirl? It was just going to go to waste.

It was a cheap dollar store pregnancy test (when you take multiple tests a month, you learn where to get them cheap!). The results were… questionable. I couldn’t remember if I wanted one line, an X, a smiley face… what result did I WANT?!

I had to run to the other end of the house for the directions.

It was positive.

IT WAS POSITIVE!!!

We rejoiced. Praise to God, praise to Him! Thank you, Lord it is positive! 3 years of so much struggle, and after I had completely given up, and just 16 days before our cut off, we get the news to expect baby number three!

One year ago today, we announced the pregnancy with the following very well received video:

But that wasn’t the only answered prayer in store for our family.

My grandmother, Beverly, whom I was very close to, had cancer during this time and was not seeking any further treatment. She died February 12, 2013. Just days prior to her death, I was able to share with her that I was pregnant and that if it was a girl, we would name the baby after her. The last genuine smile I saw come from my grandmother was in knowing that she might have a namesake.

It was a girl.

I was pregnant with a girl. A GIRL. We already had 2 sons and my heart yearned for this sweet baby girl. My grandmother would have her namesake, my heart would be full. And it was. SO FULL. My pregnancy was easy, a dream.

We welcomed Gwendolyn Beverly on September 16, 2013 in the early morning. She was perfect. IS perfect.

She is living proof of the Lord’s grace in my life. She is my blessing. The missing piece in our little family, the missing piece in my SOUL.

During my pregnancy, several photographer friends blessed my family with photography to document this amazing journey:

Sarah Cornish of My Four Hens Photography photographed us half way through my pregnancy, in May 2013.

Kaitlynn Marquis of Creo Photography did a maternity session for me in July of 2013.

Sarah Vasquez of Hope & Memory Photography photographed Gwen’s birth.

Brigette Schaffarzick of Penguin Pictures blessed me with a maternity session in August and a newborn session in September.

Sarah Sweetman of Sarah Sweetman Photography blessed me with both a family maternity session in August and a family newborn session in September. She is also photographing Gwen periodically during the first year of her life.

You can see some of their completely amazing images below.

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And here is a little video of Gwen and one of her brothers at 3 months:





Sneak Peek | Danica & Lacey | Everett Baby Photographer

Posted on January 27, 2014

Seattle area Newborn Photographer

Little Sisters | Seattle area Baby Photographer

Miss Lacey and her big sister Danica revisited the CYE Photography studio just after Christmas for the 4 month installment of Lacey’s Baby’s First Year session plan. These two definitely gave me a run for my money (I must’ve been wearing my scary face both days I saw them!) but their parents and I ultimately prevailed in a wonderful gallery of memories! Scroll on down to view my favorite highlights and their Video Diary.

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Special Delivery | Noelle

Posted on January 26, 2014

Kirkland Newborn Photographer

Special Delivery: Noelle | Seattle area Newborn Photographer

This is a special, special blog post. I hope you will read all the way to the end. You should in fact. I promise a warm, fuzzy feeling and maybe a few joyful tears will surprise you at the end.

Have you ever been in a NICU?

I have. My first baby spent 5 days in the NICU after he was born. The first time I met him, he was 12 hours old,  in an incubator, wires going everywhere, an IV line in his head… I immediately broke down in ugly tears. This was not what I had in mind for my first meeting with my first baby. Not. At. All. Thankfully, he was a full term, 9+ pound chunky, red, wiggly thing and was in the NICU for antibiotics, jaundice, and observation and we were able to break free of the NICU in 5 days and take our baby home.

Not every NICU baby has the same stay. Some stay for a few days, like my son, some stay for weeks and some stay for months.

Some moms have to leave the hospital without their baby.

I cannot even imagine.

This year, 2014, I want to serve all those moms.

How? I will come to the hospital and photograph your baby in the NICU, family included, for no cost and no strings. There is no session fee and nothing to purchase. I will provide you with all the digital images via digital download. If you elect to purchase a newborn session after your baby leaves the NICU, you will be eligible for a NICU graduation discount. If I never hear from you again after I visit you in the NICU, that is fine too.

Why? I know just a smidgen about what it feels like to be that mom looking at her baby through glass, or plastic. The one whose heart stops every time a monitor alarm goes off. The one who faithfully pumps breast milk every three hours so that a nurse can slowly drip it via syringe into the baby’s mouth. I’ve been the mom whose hands start to dry out because each time you visit the NICU you must scrub in. I know that the NICU isn’t the place you wanted your baby’s first photographs to occur.

While your NICU story may be different than mine, I know that this isn’t the beginning of life you anticipated for your baby. I’d love to serve your family by providing professional, beautiful images for you to look back on with your child to show them what a fighter they are, how strong they have been since the very beginning – no matter how tiny they started out.

How? Email Me (info@cyephotography.com) and let me know you are interested in the Special Delivery service. Tell your sister, your friend, that lady at church… whomever has a baby in the NICU. Just have them contact me and I will make myself available.

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A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Noelle. She was born at 30 weeks and weighed in at 2 pounds, 11 ounces. These images are for her family to celebrate her miraculous arrival.

Welcome to the world, sweet girl.

 






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