I literally cannot find the words to express the emotions I felt while watching the birth of my godson, Max Cooper Mitchell, on September 9, 2010. It was incredibly beautiful, yet at the same time I felt sad for the trauma both mother and infant have to go through in order to bring life into this world. Needless to say, I am extremely thankful that as we grow up we no longer remember the moment in time we left the warm comfort of the womb and entered the cold, bright, sterile, and unfamiliar hospital with dotors and nurses poking and probing us constantly as if we are not uncomfortable enough. I took this unique opportunity of being in the labor and delivery room to photograph all aspects of this experience, especially what Baby Max was going through. One great aspect of documenting an experience such as this is how fast everything happens and the drastic changes in mood and the message given off by each photograph, yet they are all part of the same moment. Along with Max's intense ride of emotions, his mother had quite the journey as well. Her face and body language made such a complete change from the beginning of her labor to the moment when she was able to finally hold her baby boy in her protective arms. I could not be more impressed with the power of the female mind and body. The doctor however was not invested whatsoever in the moment as she obviously views and participates in this activity multiple times a day. It honestly made me wonder if she could capture the moment better than myself as it was difficult for me to seperate myself from the immense rush of varying emotions in such a short time period which I do believe limits a photographer. I hope to one day witness it again and even experience it for myself!
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