Jazmin

I have been taking photographs for other families for a little over a year now.  Over the course of that year, I have photographed some really awesome moments and made several new friends along the way.  However, most people who hire me to take photos fail to recognize just how much their sessions influence me on an emotional level.  Some sessions are tons of fun and revive my spirit.  Other sessions are so purely sweet that they remind me of the insane amount of love that I have for my own family.

And then there is Jazmin’s session.

Sweet baby Jazmin’s session is in a class completely of its own.  You see, Jazmin’s session completely humbled me in ways I didn’t know I could be humbled.

Jazmin’s aunt, Jessica, contacted me last week about taking some photos of Jazmin.  Jazmin’s session would be a bit of a challenge, however, because she is in the NICU at the University of Kentucky Hospital.  Jazmin was born seven weeks early, and although she has made amazing improvements in the five weeks since her birth, she still has a little longer to stay until she gets to come home.  Check out these precious photos.

 

I was humbled by my visit to the NICU as both a photographer and a mother.  As a photographer, I was so humbled that I would be the one to take the “newborn” photos that Jazmin’s family had not been able to have done because of her hospital stay.  I was humbled that I was asked to come into an area which Jessica herself had only been allowed into the day before to do so.  I was humbled that I was trusted to document such a special little gal’s sweet little toes…her fuzzy hair…the way she held onto her feeding tube…the love her mother and little sister have for her…the surroundings that have been her home for the last five weeks.

As a mother, I was humbled beyond belief.  Jazmin was not the only baby in the room.  There were several others–all tiny little souls, fighting to grow strong enough to go home with their families.  There were a lot of rooms like the one Jazmin was in.  I overheard a nurse telling another nurse that by that evening, there would be 74 babies in the NICU at that hospital.  Seventy-four.  When my Finley was born, he had some complications that made us worry for a moment that we would be one of the families in that NICU.  Luckily, we were not.  Luckily, my Finley turned out to be just fine, and we went home a few days later.  In the last few weeks, I have had a few “woe-is-me” moments about Finley’s autism and other “problems” in my life.  But, you know what?  My problems are nothing compared to those of the families who have made NICUs everywhere their homes.

The next time a cashier asks if you would like to donate $1 to March of Dimes…or Autism Speaks…or Susan G. Komen for the Cure…say yes.  Sacrifice that one Diet Coke you just had to have and help someone in need instead.  Better yet, check out those organizations online and see how you can help.  I’ll even help you find them.  Links are below.  😉

March of Dimes

Autism Speaks

Susan G. Komen for the Cure

 

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