From Weddings to Birth Photography: Falling in Love with a Different Kind of Love Story

When I started my photography journey many years ago, I knew one thing for sure: wedding photography was my calling. As a hopeless romantic, capturing weddings has always set my soul on fire. Turning love into art, pausing the laughter, the tears, the quiet moments, it’s always felt like the most natural and meaningful work I could ever do. But birth photography? That was something I never imagined myself doing.

I don’t have kids (at least not the two-legged humankind), so I had never really witnessed the bond between a mother and her baby in those first precious seconds after birth. I wasn’t sure it was a story I even needed to tell until I found myself at Whitehorse General Hospital, camera in hand, heart wide open.

The moment our little guy arrived, purple and wrinkled, falling into his mother’s arms, I knew I was witnessing something extraordinary. The connection between them was so deep, so pure, a raw, beautiful love that felt almost sacred. I stayed with them for a couple of hours, capturing those quiet, intimate moments as he settled into his new world. By the time I left, his skin had turned bright pink, and he was resting so peacefully against his mother’s chest, skin to skin.

There is something about birth photography. These first moments, that first breath, the first cry, the first touch, are magical. And yet, they’re rarely captured to this degree of detail and emotion.

It’s a different kind of love story, not vows exchanged or first dances, but the quiet, instinctual connection between a mother and her newborn. I didn’t expect to fall in love with birth photography. But just like weddings, it’s about love in its purest form, and it turns out, that’s exactly the kind of story I’m meant to tell.