jasmine and thane
Y’all… my job is to capture memories. Most are amazing, some are sad. They are all worthy of capturing and all worthy of sharing. This session is no exception.
We’re going to talk about the painful, sorrowful topic of miscarriage.
At the beginning of August, my clients-turned-friends told me that after 8 years of marriage, they were finally FINALLY pregnant and couldn’t wait to share the amazing news with their friends and family! We had this amazing session at an ice cream place called The Parlour in Durham, North Carolina, and took the cutest shots, both indoors and outdoors. They came out amazing.
The very next day, I got a phone call from a mutual friend saying that Jasmine had lost the baby that morning.
The following is a letter, written by Jasmine, to her precious baby, followed by their session pictures. To honor the memory and to help the healing for them and countless others who are suffering or have suffered through the same thing. Read, enjoy, and feel free to comment any thoughts.
jasmine’s letter
My beloved,
Your father and I prayed for you to join our family for almost 8 years. We often talked about how we would raise you, which one of our personalities you would have, (hopefully your fathers), who would you look like, and what Christmas morning would be like as you tore into your gifts. Our love for you grew into a beautiful wildfire, burning long before you were actually conceived. God allowed us the chance to watch you being placed in my womb. We shared your first picture of you as an embryo with our family and friends as if it were your first-grade picture. We were so proud to share the miracle God had blessed upon us. We felt so honored that we could witness God's work in such an intimate way through you.
When the pregnancy test confirmed you were snuggled safely and growing strong we were so happy and nervous because we knew how special you are. Every night your father and I would lay in bed and talk about you. We had so many hopes and dreams. You should know that your father took such good care of me as you grew in my body. He made our vitamins every morning and kissed us both goodbye before he left for work. He never let me carry anything and gave me shots every night to make sure you could keep growing. Your father is a great man and he loves you so much.
When we found out your heart was no longer beating our love for you did not stop. We still love you beyond anything either of us ever thought possible. The doctors told us you died at 9 1/2 weeks but my body did not want to let you go. It held you inside covered and protected until I was 11 weeks. When we had to go to the emergency room on Wednesday night, I did not want you to leave my womb. I wanted you more than anything on this side of heaven. I miss you and long for you. When I am granted moments of peace and the fog of grief hovers slightly higher allowing me clear thoughts; I know God's compassion for our family is greater than anything on earth. I know that he is carrying your father and me in our season of sorrow. I know that there is so much to be grateful for in life and I know God has perfect timing.
Our heart suffers right now in the present, but we hold on to the promise that we will see you again in a glorious place called heaven, where happiness shall exist forever. Now when your father and I image you, we know you’re playing at the feet of Jesus. And when we are called to our eternal home we will hear your sweet voice call us mommy and daddy. Until we meet again my beloved, I will see you in my dreams
Love,
Your Mom
