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Alright Dads, listen up. Follow ‘s example here. Mama just spent 3/4 of a year growing the human, and then she GAVE BIRTH. Her job is done. Better got on those diapers, Dad! It’s a solid 8-10 per day there at the beginning!

Ok, so I love this one. But I have to admit that it was 50% skill and planning, 50% sheer dumb luck. I was standing right where I wanted to be in anticipation of little Benjamin passing in front of my lens.

Then, at THIS MOMENT, two birth workers converged in front of me. And here’s the thing I want people to know about birth: we’re all there for you, mama. We’re all there to make sure that you get everything out of your birth that you imagined. We want you to have a triumphant delivery. Yes, I want to get *that* shot for you, but I also prioritize efficacy of the birth team, you know, the people making sure everybody STAYS ALIVE.

So when the doula and nurse step in front of me, I simply dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge (Dodgeball, anyone??) until I get what I need. And you know what? It works itself out. I love this image so much because of the layers and texture in the foreground and that little peekaboo perspective... created by the bodies that rushed in to bring this baby home!

Also...the hole is kind of the shape of a vagina...and vaginas are awesome.