Behind The Photo: Laura from Five Little Doves
very photo tells a story. Photographs are great at capturing a moment in time time, but they only tell part of the tale.
That’s why we’re starting our #BehindThePhoto feature. We want to discover the full story behind the snap, allowing the owners to recall and relive their most special memories.
We’ll be inviting bloggers, photographers and readers to share the stories behind their favourite photographs (find out how to get involved at the bottom of this post).
This week, we hear from Laura from Five Little Doves...
My name is Laura, 37. Wife of one, Mum of five, writer, blogger, lover of sunny days, trash TV, prosecco and Dairy Milk. I love to write about the ups and downs of Motherhood, the things, places and people we love, whilst raising awareness of the subjects close to my heart.
The Story Behind The Photo:
I can't even begin to guess how many photographs I must have taken over the last twenty years, the majority being of my children, and nor can I choose just one photo as my favourite. Each photo tells a story and takes me back to a moment in time, yet this photo is probably the one that will always instil the most emotion in me, the moment that I so desperately waited for, for eight long years.
Having lost our second son, Joseph, stillborn at full term, and fifteen babies to miscarriage over the course of the decade, our journey to parenthood had been far from easy. Although we were blessed with Lewis, my heart ached to give him the sibling that he so desperately wanted, to hold another baby in my arms, have them open their eyes, scream at the top of their lungs and heal my heart after so much sadness.
My pregnancy with Eva was by far the most worrying time of our lives. Not only did I worry for the first twelve weeks about miscarriage, but as my due date approached the threat of another stillbirth loomed over us. The hospital reassured us as much as possible, gave me fortnightly scans, extra monitoring and tests, and provided antenatal counselling to get me through the weeks. And as much as the scans reassured me temporarily, and hearing her heartbeat gave me some comfort, I still couldn't allow myself to believe that she would arrive safely, that we would ever be so lucky as to take her home and keep her forever. And the saddest part was, that nor could Lewis. "Promise me she won't die like Joseph did?" he used to ask me at night, as I tucked him up in bed, and I wondered, if the worst was to happen, how we would ever survive it all over again?
In February 2012, at 35 weeks pregnant, having woken to a massive bleed, I was rushed into hospital and immediately induced. Not only was I at the same hospital that I had given birth to Joseph, but I was in the same ward, in the same room, lay in the same bed where my son had come silently into the world and changed our lives forever.
After a 35 hour induction, at 7.45pm, our beautiful baby girl Eva Sienna, arrived safely into our arms, and I had watched in complete disbelief as she opened her eyes, screamed at the top of her voice, and proved to us all that miracles do happen. Just moments later Lewis burst into the room, his little face flushed with excitement to finally meet his baby sister, and he instantly fell in love with her, in much the same way as we all did.
There isn't a photograph on this planet that could fully portray how amazing that moment was, to see the two of them together, the proudest big brother in the whole wide world, and yet this photo is as close as it gets. I waited for such a long time for that moment, went to hell and back countless times, and yet right there and then, I knew that she was worth it, no doubt about it.
What I didn't know is that just fifteen months later we would be back in the same room welcoming Megan into the world. And just twelve months later, our little Harry...
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