Ollie and his dad were setting on the steps when I arrived, "she's inside," I was told.
I climbed the stairs to the Bells' living room. Only the sound of a fan could be heard, the subtle white noise only added the the zen bubble that Betsy had placed around herself as she slowly moved her hips to sooth the contraction gripping her body.
She was like a goddess standing there, regal and powerful, ready to birth her son.
I sat my gear down quietly in the corner and prepared for whatever would come next.
Every birth is different but at the core they are all the same - magical.
Before I gave birth to my son I thought birth was messy and painful - experience changed my perspective and now I know that although it can be (will be) messy and painful it is also exhilarating and empowering.
The moment the laid my son on my chest everything prior melted away and it was just him - it's a powerful feeling.
An equally powerful feeling is watching the birth of a child.
Nathaniel slipped into this world in an almost effortless manner, Betsy was amazing.
The Bells' sweet son Ollie excitedly waited for his brother while carefully supporting his mother, so beautiful and sweet.
I wish the Bells all the best and thank them for letting me part of their beautiful day.