Stevie & Jake’s Wedding at The Palm House at Brooklyn Botanic Garden

As Stevie & Jake’s wedding day approached, the forecast was calling for rain.  I knew no matter what happened we’d be able to get some truly lovely pictures because their venue, The Palm House at Brooklyn Botanic Garden, is blessed with amazing indoor areas featuring beautiful greenery and natural light, so I wasn’t too worried!  Mainly I was hoping that the weather would hold out until after the initial first look and portraits during the mid-afternoon, as we’d have the opportunity to shoot outside the 1 Hotel Brooklyn by Brooklyn Bridge Park with the views of the skyline.  Stevie put on her gown in a suite upstairs and WOW I knew Jake was gonna flip out when he saw her. We got lucky and were able to do Stevie and Jake’s first look was out by the water with the Brooklyn Bridge in the background, and we got all their wedding party and family groups done outdoors and even hop on over to the Cherry Blossoms for some final portraits of the couple alone before heading inside.  The Ketubah signing and ceremony was quite lovely under the domed glass roof of The Palm House, and guests enjoyed a cocktail hour with private after-hours access to the three exquisite “Climate Rooms,” and got to stroll through the Bonsai room on their way back to the reception space.  Highlights of the evening included the entertaining toasts by Stevie’s father and sisters and Jake’s brothers, an enthusiastic Hora and Mazinka, and a lively dance floor courtesy of Hank Lane’s Bobby Attiko Band, and of course Stevie’s incredibly stylish white sequined party dress she changed into at the end of the night!  The whole affair was expertly coordinated by Jackie of Busy Bride Planning and I couldn’t have been more tickled to be there to capture all the memories.  Congratulations to Stevie & Jake!


Ceremony & Reception Venue: The Palm House at Brooklyn Botanic Garden
Ceremony/Cocktail Hour Musicians and Reception Band:  Bobby Attiko Band of Hank Lane
After Party DJ: DJ Coleman Howard 
Getting Ready Location: 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge 
Bridal Hair: Crystal of La Posh Hair Salon
Bridesmaid Hair and Makeup: GlamSquad
Videography: Well Spun Weddings

Arya & Suyesh: Engagement Portraits in NYC!

Arya and Suyesh contacted me a few months ago to schedule an engagement session in NYC this spring– Arya lives in New Jersey and Suyesh is in Pittsburgh so they only get to be together on some weekends, so a trip to NYC made sense since some of their first dating experiences were shared here. We started in Dumbo capturing the gorgeous views and urban setting before heading to High Line park by way of Chelsea Market, where they changed into less formal attire and got a few of their favorite tacos! These two make each other smile so easily and are obviously a perfect match, I had so much fun capturing their love. Congratulations to Arya & Suyesh!



The Birth of Taylor: a natural labor at Mt. Sinai West birthing center

Joyce and her partner Peter contacted me about having me document the birth of their daughter, Taylor.  I have been capturing mostly home birth for my book project and body of work on NYC home birth for years now (if you know someone who’d be interested please contact me!) but had yet to have the opportunity to capture a birth center labor, a prospect which intrigued me.  They had a midwife and doula lined up to help with the labor but their vision and plans were all about natural childbirth.  I was thrilled to be there to capture the labor and delivery for them– and I was super impressed with their hard work, patience, and dedication to one another and their daughter’s wellbeing at every step of the way.  Below is a slideshow and image collection of some of my favorite shots that tell the story of their experience, as well as the birth story itself, which Joyce so beautifully put together after reflecting on how it all went.

Freeform reflection by Joyce after the birth of her daughter Taylor:

After a day of walking 6 miles around the city trying to speed up the process of meeting our baby girl, my mucus plug came out around 9 pm that night. We were super excited at this first sign of labor, but knew that it could be anywhere from hours to another 2 weeks before actual labor would begin. We watched some TV then went to bed. At 4:19 am, I woke up from a strong cramp (very similar to menstrual cramps), but fell back asleep. About 40 minutes later, I woke to another one, then they began coming every several minutes. I let my husband Peter know I was having contractions, but recalled that if early labor begins overnight, it’s good to try to sleep through as much of it, so that’s what we tried to do. However, they soon started to get stronger, and I could no longer sleep. We used an app called Full Term (free on App Store, highly recommend!) to start timing them. Our friend Elizabeth who was functioning as our doula (she’s not an actual doula, but has had 2 home births herself and is the one that got us into natural birth) arrived around 7 am. From then on we began working through the contractions as a team. It was so great to have two people assisting me as one would help from the back and one would help from the front, and if one needed to deal with something else I still had the other to help me. Peter and I had taken an 8-week class on the Bradley Method and so that was the main method of pain management we used, surrendering to the sensations, practicing total relaxation of all muscles in the body and deep abdominal breathing. I think this helped me through the majority of active labor (until I started to reach transition, where really no pain management technique could help anymore, but that’s the shortest part of the labor anyway). We also employed other techniques like the hip squeeze, massages, and use of scented oil. Finally, being a Christian believer, worship music, encouraging Bible verses, and prayers over me from Peter and Elizabeth were crucial in reminding me that even if I can’t do it in my own strength, I could do it through His strength.
We were told that the time to go to the hospital is 3-1-1, when contractions are 3 minutes apart, 1 minute long, lasting for 1 hour. In fact I was at 3-1-1 for already 2-3 hours when we headed to the hospital at 10 am, so we thought this would be a rather quick labor. However, when we went to triage, which was my least favorite part of the whole hospital experience (harsh fluorescent lights, separation from my birth team, uncomfortable monitoring (in fact the gel caused me to get rashes on all the areas the monitors touched that lasted over 3 weeks postpartum), and being on my back through contractions), after 30 minutes of monitoring, they said I wasn’t dilated far enough to get admitted to the birthing center. The options were to instead get admitted to Labor & Delivery now (the standard hospital delivery area), labor around in the hospital, or leave and come back later. Our midwife told us we shouldn’t come back to triage for another 4-6 hours. We chose option 3 and headed back home (only 5 min from the hospital).
I should note that part of my birth plan was to not know how many centimeters dilated I was throughout the whole process. Knowing the dilation is nearly meaningless because it’s not a reliable measure of how far into labor one is. You can take anywhere from a couple minutes to several days to go from 1 to 10 cm, and you can regress as well (i.e. be 8 cm dilated and go back down to 2). Our Bradley instructor, who’s also a very popular doula in the city, talked about many women who got very discouraged and/or distracted by focusing on dilation and we thought it was wise advice to skip knowing this randomly moving figure.
Since I didn’t know how far along I was and wanted to surely get admitted the next time we showed up to the hospital, I tried to labor for as long as possible at home. I think we stayed home for about 6.5 hours and by the time we got through triage it had been 7 hours since the last triage. At home, we tried a bunch of things to further the labor, including remaining active, going up and down the stairs, and “shaking the apples off the tree”. I realized later that the contractions I was having when we first went to the hospital were nowhere close to how they feel towards the end. They get exponentially stronger as you head towards transition.
What I looked forward to the most in the birthing center was the jacuzzi tub. I usually take baths for soothing my menstrual cramps or when I’m not feeling well, such as when I’m sick or hungover, so I knew I would need a bath for my labor too. Thus, I basically labored at home until I couldn’t go another hour without getting into the bath.
Around 6 p.m. we headed back to the hospital. This time, remembering how unpleasantly bright the lights in triage were, I wore a hat and sunglasses. That helped. We got through triage and were told we had made significant progress and were ready to be admitted, but some bad news: we can’t go to the birthing center because the L&D floor is very busy right now and needs all the staffed nurses working there. This was the one thing I was praying not to happen – getting sent to L&D instead of the birthing center – because the L&D room is tiny, filled with medical equipment, offers epidurals, does not have a bathtub, and just screams “hospital/unnatural”. Peter apologized saying he knew how much I wanted to be in the birthing center but tried to encourage me. I also knew that regardless of the environment, I would be able to have this baby, so with faith I wrapped my head around the situation and tried to proceed with courage.
But, five minutes later, our midwife came in and said, “Good news! We found a nurse who can assist us so we’ll be getting you into the birthing center after all. She’s filling the tub for you right now as we speak.” These words were music to my ears and I knew God had heard my prayers. I couldn’t wait to get in the tub.
As soon as we got into our room in the birthing center, I took off my clothes and plunged into the tub. The water was really hot and relaxed all my muscles. I don’t know if it was the sudden change in environment/temperature or just the point of labor in which I was, but I began shaking or somewhat convulsing in the water. But I didn’t care, because it just felt so good to finally be in the bath.
I labored in the tub basically until I started to reach transition. It was there that I started to really experience the self-doubt that we learned in our class would be the emotional signpost of transition. I started thinking, “Why did I decide to do this? Why am I putting all these people (there in the room) through this? How have so many women before me done this? How did my mom do this 3 times? How much longer will this go on for? What if I end up having to get a C-section and this was all for naught?” I then realized I was thinking way too much and reminded myself to take one contraction at a time. I didn’t know the answers to my questions but knew I could handle one more contraction, and that’s how I got through the most difficult part – by shutting out the thoughts of self-doubt and just dealing with each contraction as it came. That, and basically begging, “Heeeelp meeee” to God in each one.
Suddenly, I started to feel the urge to push. It really just feels like you have to take a giant #2. I got out of the water into the bed (for sanitary reasons, you’re not allowed to give birth in the tub at the birthing center) and our midwife checked my progress. She told me I had made a ton of progress, but wasn’t quite yet at the stage for pushing. That discouraged me a bit because I thought how much further I’d have to go to reach the end. But just as I began to think that, she told me, “but you don’t have to resist those feelings of pushing if they come to you. You can continue to do as your body tells you” (or something along those lines). I decided to forget the first part she said and focus on that second part, to do as my body told me.
Well, my body kept telling me to push at the end of each contraction, so I did. A few contractions later, I started to feel the baby’s head emerging, and the midwife agreed I should start actually pushing now. It’s funny that most people are afraid of the pushing when I realized that actually it’s the least painful part. The beginning of the contraction is so intense, it almost feels as if a giant wave is about to overtake your body, but at the end of it you get this urge to push, and when you do, it feels so relieving, and that giant, overwhelming wave disappears. It was quite amazing to feel the baby’s head crowning each time I pushed and then feel her go back in a bit during the rest between the contractions. They say pushing is two steps forward, one step back, and I really felt that. Also, because I was not medicated, I could really feel each time my body told me to push, and each time it told me to rest. I could also feel the exact limit of my skin stretching down there and so I would stop pushing when I reached that limit, and that would also be when the contraction ended and the baby’s head would go back in. (I thus ended up with no tears or stitches needed and my recovery was quite speedy!) You really don’t need a teacher for this, as your body tells you exactly what to do.
I think I really only pushed about 6 times when at the end of the next contraction, I didn’t feel the head go back in; it just stayed put. The midwife then told me that if I work with the next contraction, I can birth the head. Well, that really amped me up, so with the next contraction I gave a really hard push, and out the baby came! Not just her head, but her entire little self just came out in one big, gloriously slippery second.
I had pushed on my knees, laying the weight of my body against the wedge pillow and the headboard of the bed, so I didn’t see any of this as it happened; I only felt it. When the baby came out, I could hear her crying, and Peter and Elizabeth crying as well. Peter’s face was right next to mine on the right, and Elizabeth’s was on my left, and both were bawling and saying, “You did it!!” So naturally, I started crying as well, half because I was so happy Taylor was finally here of course, but the other half just out of relief that my work was done. Heh.
Our midwife then told me she was going to hand the baby to me between my legs (since I had my back to her) and for me to reach out and hold her. I felt her tiny little body in my hands and couldn’t believe it. This little girl was living inside me for 9 months and then one second later, she was in my arms, and I get to keep her forever. I am so happy and thankful, and the whole thing was worth doing for her.

Family portraits at Fort Tryon Park on Kristin & Greg’s 10th anniversary

I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since I shot Kristin & Greg’s fabulous art-deco themed wedding in a loft downtown in Manhattan.  Since then they’ve had a baby and bought an apartment uptown near the very beautiful gardens of Fort Tryon Park.  We hadn’t shot family or kid portraits since their first year sessions with Alec after he was born so I was super excited to catch up with this sweet family!  Check out my favorites from their lovely spring session in celebration of their 10th anniversary.

Alina & Sascha: Engagement Portraits at Central Park

Alina & Sascha are to be married in Manhattan next month at Harding’s.  For their engagement session they wanted to capture themselves enjoying Central Park and walking their dog, a beautiful young beagle. I was so glad we had postponed their shoot for rain the prior week because the weather on this evening was particularly spectacular!  It felt like the first real day of spring!We met up at the Bethesda fountain and did a bit of exploring in that area before heading up to meet their dogwalker at the corner of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  Unfortunately the front of the museum was blocked off and not very picturesque that day, so we went around the south side of the museum over to the edge of Turtle Pond. I love the way these two laugh together, it is clearly a great match– stay tuned to see photographs of their upcoming wedding in June!

Alina & Sascha: engagement portraits at central park from Sarah Tew Photography on Vimeo.