I started to draft this post with the title "Waiting for Bebe Lutz" and quickly deleted. For those who have been through it, your second pregnancy is less of "waiting" and more of "savoring" or making room for what's to come.
Elizabeth or "Liza" as she'll always be to me, is a dear friend who I loved before she was a mom. We found each other through mutual friends-- both transplants to the area, married to spouses who though vastly different are scarily similar. The four of us were middle finger in the air DINKS with our biggest worry being if Eli would be tending bar on our Friday night dinners at DeWolf. Pre baby we killed Saturdays hitting up Estate Sales and closed out the day ripping tequila shots and doing backflips off the old diving board of their first home. Of course this wasn't every weekend and we weren't quite THAT carefree but these are our pre-child glory days so shh (just let it happen). We made a pact to do "it" together, "It" being taking the leap and trying to get pregnant. To my surprise (and delight), fate took the reigns and Liza shared her news with me over a few botched excuses to ditching out on our 6 am spin class. Though neither of us had greenlighted our initiative, the universe stepped in and took control. Evelyn "Mae" was born on her due date in 2012. Did you know that only roughly 5% of babies are born on their due dates? Knowing Mae is understanding that she wouldn't have had it any other way. In the final weeks of Liza's pregnancy, not yet knowing Mae, we waited.
This time things were different. News of Liza's second pregnancy came just weeks after I had delivered my second. I remembered the days before N came, wanting to savor every last drop of time with E as an only child. I wondered how she'd adjust to having a sibling, I wondered if she'd still love her big girl room or feel displaced. I tried to be in the moment as much as I physically could, to stop feeling guilty for the days I was about to split. When Liza and I got to talking about photos I mentioned an in-home Maternity session. There's more to the story the second time around and no place tells it like home.
I shot this entire session in just over an hour, between morning swim lessons with the girls and an afternoon shopping excursion for the Lutzs. I can't believe how quickly the time has flown. There isn't a whole lot of killing time or waiting around, but there's a whole lot of making room. I observed as Mae jumped in the new baby's crib and pretended to take a nap, how she gleefully traded the nursery for her big girl room and an even bigger bed to jump on. Makeup foreshadows days ahead while a clutch of a lovey and a suck of the thumb quickly remind us of the innocence of today. There's less posing, there's more living and at least for today, no waiting.