The importance of maternity photography is often underrated. As a mother of three who has no professional maternity photos, I can tell you I have many regrets and wish I’d scheduled a maternity session while expecting at least one of my littles. At the time, it seemed there would be time later, or during another pregnancy to get that maternity session in, or I convinced myself that I didn’t look cute enough pregnant to make a maternity session worthwhile. But now I look back on the few bathroom mirror selfies I took while pregnant, and remember the connection and bond I felt with each of my babies before they were born and how amazing that time was and wish I had a photo that truly captured me carrying my babies. Being pregnant is time of celebration and it deserves to be documented.
Pregnancy is such an incredible experience, yet after your baby arrives you will likely forgot those long days of anticipation. The waiting, and waiting to meet this new person inside you! Maternity photography will give you a glimpse back into that time that you will cherish, and that your child will cherish when they are old enough to appreciate it. Maternity photos call back all of those little kicks, hiccups and somersaults in your belly - all of the incredible details that seem easy to remember now, but fade over time.
I know you might not feel glamorous now (trust me, I get it - I gained 60 pounds with my middle child after a steady diet of McDonald’s and ice cream became the only things that kept my morning sickness at bay), but your baby bump is beautiful. Seeing the beauty in your pregnant body can be so challenging for some mamas, but maternity photos will help you see that beauty remind you of the amazing job your body is doing.
When it comes down to it, maternity photography isn’t something that we do just for ourselves; we document our pregnancies to communicate to our children the excitement we felt while awaiting their arrivals. Maternity (and newborn) photos are truly family heirlooms that your children and children’s children will cherish.
by Barbara Kingsolver
I have mourned lost days
When I accomplished nothing of importance.
But not lately.
Lately under the lunar tide
Of a woman’s ocean, I work
My own sea-change:
Turning grains of sand to human eyes.
I daydream after breakfast
While the spirit of egg and toast
Knits together a length of bone
As fine as a wheatstalk.
Later, as I postpone weeding the garden
I will make two hands
That may tend a hundred gardens.
I need ten full moons exactly
For keeping the animal promise.
I offer myself up: unsaintly, but
By the most ordinary miracle.
I am nothing in this world beyond the things one woman does.
But here are eyes that once were pearls.
And here is a second chance where there was none.