Say "No!" to The Hospital Gown - 10 Size Inclusive Outfit Alternatives from A Birth Photographer

As a birth photographer, it is no surprise that I am anti-hospital gown. Esthetically and functionally, they are definitely not what you want around/on your body as you labor and birth. As a HUGE fan of self-expression and individuality in my every day life, molding that with comfort in birth spaces is a tip I pass on to every single one of my clients regardless of where they deliver.

I’ve spoken publicly about the one-size-fits-all multi-use gowns on my Instagram, too :

I specifically referred to these Motherhood Maternity gowns in Regular and Plus sizes in that video for parents interested in the coverage of a hospital gown with the freedom of choice and consent- but this blog is about all your options. From a mom and birth photographer who values your comfort and also values what feeling like a million bucks brings to the table, here are 10 size inclusive alternatives to throw on in place of the L&D gown.

TOMBOYX 6” BOXER BRIEF - $34 , sizes XS - 5X


Taking spot number 1 is my favorite set of the bunch.

TomboyX apparel is eco-friendly and ethically produced, for any body sitting on or off the binary and incredibly size inclusive. Serving sizes XS-5X in all of their products. The bralette comes in a wide range of colors and the 6” boxer briefs are just flat out CUTE. Obviously, the boxers come off when the baby comes out, but until then, if you’re more of a “keep it covered” type of person, this pair is one to keep in mind.

What I LOVE: This set is SEXY. I love the width of the straps and the keyhole that doubles as a ventilation system in the bralette. The important part of wearing anything on top is the ability to pull it down under the breasts during skin to skin and/or for breastfeeding- if you’re going that route. I love the coverage and comfortability of the boxer briefs and whether or not your ass can squeeze into an airplane seat without thought, this set fits you.



2.) KALA THE NURSING BRA - $90 , 30A - 42E


I’m a newbie to Kala Intimates and regretting that I didn’t know about them for my pregnancies HARD.
Kala is an inclusive brand focusing on eco-friendly sustainable products for everyone. Their priorities are Mother Earth and diversity both in sizing and in the color range their nudes are available.

What I LOVE: The design of the nursing bra makes it easy for one-handed boob removal and is made with organic cotton. ALSO? ANTI-BACTERIAL. It dries rapidly and is said to remain odor-free. The undies are a little bump to big bump transitional piece which is ROCKIN. That means you can absolutely get your use out of them all pregnancy long. The wide hi-low band sweeps underneath a growing baby and stays put. Plus, a discount: Sign up for the mailing list at the bottom of their homepage and get 10% off your first purchase.

What I’m bummed on: White isn’t an ideal color to wear into a birth space, heads up. Luckily, this set comes in a dark grey, too.



I love Universal Standard. Let me say that again... I LOVE Universal Standard. The most size inclusive brand in the world, they are dedicated to luxurious fabrics and inclusivity. Every item in their shop is tried on a model of every single size they offer. You’re not wondering what it might look like on your body, you’re seeing it with your own eyes. As someone who owns stuff from US, I vouch for the quality of the camisole. It’s incredible.

Because Universal Standard doesn’t offer intimates yet, we’re back to TomboyX for briefs that go with and Free People for the scrunched socks. Both will give you the vibes that Universal Standard is sending out with this incredible ad.

What I LOVE: Size range, size range, size range. The fabric is soft and quality and washes incredibly well. I think this option is fun and playful but also gives you pieces you can continue to wear even after baby.

What I’m bummed on: Finding socks that are made specifically for fat bodies is proving to be pretty difficult. I’m not a huge fan of Free People as a whole, so take a peek at the socks listed and try your local thrift shop and/or maybe do some hunting on your own if you’re also in the “Free People isn’t great at all not in the slightest” camp. Also, just like above, white isn’t ideal for a birth space if you want to keep it white- There are lots of color options for both the briefs and the Camisole, so pick whatever you’re feeling!



This set is so trendy it’s almost disgusting, but in a good way. It def sits as the least size-inclusive of the bunch, so anyone with large breasts and/or curves should head straight to option 5, but smaller chests and thin humans, this is for you!

In color “Tobacco” the femme boxers and bralette are so PRETTY. The color and cut are peak Autumn. For bellies, either size up to wear around the abdomen or be aware that it will sit lower on the hips if buying in your size. I’m not familiar with how the sizing works for this brand, so make sure you take a peek at their sizing guide prior to purchasing.

What I love: I am especially a fan of the buttons on the femme boxers and the accessibility of the bralette for breastfeeding parents, sliding the straps off the shoulders will be a cake walk for easy out-and-back-in of the goods.

What I’m bummed on: The sizing is a bust. It’s one of those things that has me remembering that plus-size options still aren’t the norm. I also can’t find any information on sourcing and/or company ethical policies- so if supporting brands that are good for the planet is your forte, you may want to keep digging and see what you can find and/or, choose another option.



5.) PACT SLEEP TEE - $35 , XS-XL


PACT is bringing it with their fair trade, certified organic cotton goods. They don’t do toxic dyes, pesticides, and are ALL for conscious consuming. Another “straight size” option, in reading reviews, the XL is roomy, not snug, and this piece definitely fits true to size, with many people stating it’s actually roomier than they anticipated, in all sizes- which is great news as you’ll have a pregnant belly under there.

What I love: FLEXIBILITY. I love a roomy shirtdress. I love that to be “covered” you can actually wear nothing underneath, which means that as you get closer to baby time and fluids pour out of your nether regions, it’s no big deal. Even though this is sold as a sleep tee, it could absolutely be worn over leggings with a denim jacket post baby for colder months, OR with sneaks and bike shorts for casual summer wear.

What I’m bummed on: Ugh, sizing. Inclusive sizing gets lots and lots of extra points from me-anything that doesn’t include plus options gets this whiny sentence.





STORQ specializes in classic, timeless, well-made pieces for pregnant bodies that don’t sacrifice style-and they do it extremely well. When I look at their collection it strikes me as capsule wardrobe-ish. Focusing on the basics made with quality materials, each item is really beautiful. They’ve done an impeccable job marrying functionality with style.

The sizing for STORQ is okay. We’ve got a decent range of XS - 3X, which is where I believe all brands should be at a bare minimum. The Delivery Robe is great for pregnancy, and is marketed as being great, too, for all the poking and sticking, or lack there-of, in a delivery room. Paired with the Full Cup Nursing Bra, you’ve got pieces that will take you well into your postpartum period and beyond. The nursing style is limited to just larger breasts, however their regular Everyday Bra coming in at $42, is also available and in sizes 30A - 44D. You lose that nursing capability, but it’s an equally amazing option.

What I love: I think these may top my list as 1.) most practical and 2.) hottest. I love the robe, I love the nursing bra in “Rust” and I REALLY love them together. The wide back bank of the nursing bra isn’t frumpy, it’s lovely and frames the body so well it doesn’t even look like a nursing bra. You get that one hand flap front and in fabrics specifically sourced with luxury in mind.

What I’m bummed on: These are sitting at the priciest. I’m a firm believer in investing in quality work, which both of these fall under, but the price tag, regardless of how warranted, is still high and may be a little out of budget for most families.




Dwell + Slumber has made a serious name for themselves making trendy, comfortable, jersey dresses with lots of room to move in the most pinterest-worthy color palettes. “Buttery Soft” and “100% Nursing and Bump-Friendly” this is another one of those pieces that follows you well into postpartum.
It also has… wait for it…. POCKETS!! Tucked discreetly into the side seam.

This piece comes in 3 sizes- XS-S, M-L, AND XL-XXL, and lots and lots of colors.
Dwell + Slumber’s following is massive and very, VERY loyal. They sell out quickly and don’t guarantee restocks on particular colors or patterns. If you find something you like and it’s still in stock in your size? GRAB IT QUICKLY.

What I LOVE: I’ve felt this brand before and when they claim “buttery soft” they aren’t exaggerating in the slightest. I love flexibility in the make- throw it ver your head and you’re done. The length is great and the wide variety of colors is something I appreciate a lot.

What I’m bummed on: You know it’s coming… the size range. Being that XXL is at the very edge of their size offerings, I’m not confident that a 2X body would fit in the largest size with room to move.



Looking for an option outside predictable maternity brands, I stumbled across the “MOMMYROBECLOTHING” shop on Etsy.
Based in India, they specialize in cotton robes and kaftans in a wide array of sizes, shapes and patterns. The tie-dyed pieces are all hand dyed and their reviews are glowing. Also, HELLO! THEY HAVE SIZE RANGES UP TO 5X. There’s also an area of the item details that talks about requesting buttons down the back for easy epidural access.

I am so obsessed with this one I am legitimately considering buying it for myself. Happy Birthday to me.

This specific piece buttons up the front and also includes a waist tie. Which MEANS you can unbutton and wear this as a traditional open robe tied at the waist, or buttoned without the tie as a maxi, and ALSO as a laboring gown, and it, again, follows you out of pregnancy and into postpartum.

What I LOVE: Everything. Seriously everything. I can’t get enough of this one.

What I’m bummed on: Not bummed, just to note- shipping will take longer as this is coming straight from India. Keep that in mind while you order and do so sooner rather than later.



Knix just released their new Maternity line and they are off to a bangin’ start! Packed full of necessities for pregnancy through postpartum, including my favorites: the Leakproof Maternity Nursing Bra in a SUPER wide size range and underwear options that work for maternity and into postpartum that go up to XXXL. In beige and black, I am loving this collection and am excited to see future additions.

The Leakproof Maternity Nursing Bra includes removable breast pads and claims it is “buttery soft”. The details say that its stretch fabric is meant to form and adapt with your body, so it may be snug at first as it sets you your curves. The Boyshorts are made with spandex and are WILDLY stretchy- just like the maternity bra, these are meant to stretch and change as your body moves from through pregnancy and to postpartum.

When I had my babes, my go-to labor outfit was a long comfortable sweater I could throw over a good bra. I also wore underwear, and slid them off the closer it got to pushing time. The sweater was great for fluctuations in body temp during the laboring process. This sweater from H&M comes in straight sizes and is also available in their H&M + line up to 4X. Each is linked above.

What I LOVE: I love that this set is neutral and easy. Three stand alone pieces that can be used again and again and, from a vain perspective, would look incredible in birth photographs. Knix is a really reliable company and I’m excited to see where they are headed.

Regardless of where you’re having a baby, these are all solid options that mesh style and comfort. Fingers crossed you found something you loved and that will help you plan an outfit of your own for delivery day and bid that hospital gown a solid, firm, resounding “Goodbye!”


Hannah Spencer
Owner/Photographer, Milk And Hannah

Hiring a Birth Photographer? Ask Them These 8 Questions First - Milk And Hannah | Columbus Birth Photographer


Eight Questions


Birth Photography is booming and as a professional, I want to make sure you hire the best one for you.
Before you pay that retainer fee and make that booking official, here’s a list of my top 8 questions to ask your birth photographer.




Social media is wonderful but it’s also the worst.
We live in an online world in which only the best of the best versions of ourselves are on display, and this extends to businesses and artists, such as Birth Photographers. We show you THE BEST, and can you blame us? We aim to impress! But this doesn’t tell the full story of birth photography, and to make an educated decision on whether or not your Birth Photographer is a good fit for you, you need to see the full story, not just what Instagram shows you.

Ask your Birth Photographer to see what a full finished gallery looks like.
A professional worth hiring will have one or even several to show you, and will do so happily.

Things to look for :

  • Editing style- Do you like how the photographer edits their images- whether dark and contrasty or bright and airy ?

  • High Quality images (Are the majority of photos in focus or are they blurry? Is there a lot of grain or scratchy speckles ? )

  • Color - Are the photos edited in color or black & white or both? ( Your preference will vary-just be sure it aligns with what you want! )

  • Story Length - Does the gallery show images from all aspects of birth - labor, pushing, moment of birth, and the postpartum period ?

  • Diversity in Shots - Are the photos creatively composed or are they all the same? Are you seeing moments you’d never have thought to photograph? Both small details and large ones ?

  • Emotional Connection - Are you feeling connected to the photographs? Do you feel moved emotionally?



I can’t stress this enough. For me this usually happens after a basic e-mail interview, a contract signing and retainer payment, but occasionally, parents need to meet me in person before they’re totally sold, and that’s perfectly fine. It’s a pretty big financial commitment! Regardless, part of my process is meeting my client and their families in their home. Connecting on a level above Client/Photographer, and beginning a relationship of trust and care that transfers into a birth space that is supported, loved, and invested in.

Birth spaces are one area where you don’t want people around you who you don’t mesh with. This will have a direct affect on your ability to focus, relax, and birth your baby.
Before you make a decision, get to know your birth photographer. Meet them in person, get to know them, see how you get along, and listen to your gut-you’ll know if it’s a good fit.


The vast majority of birth photographers, I’d put my money on 80%, are parents to young-ish children.
And children are THE BEST, they really are, BUT…
They make it absolutely impossible to do what you need to do when you need to do it.

If your Birth Photographer has babies at home, ask them what their childcare plan is.
Birth doesn’t normally happen Monday through Friday, 9am - 5pm, it happens during Father’s Day Brunch ( been there!) it happens at 2am on a Wednesday, and on Christmas Eve while everyone is still sleeping. It sometimes lasts for 4 hours, and others last for 37.

Childcare for a Birth Photographer should be covered 24/7, 365 days a year, with need for little notice and no time limits.
If your choice doesn’t have a 24/7 care plan laid out, ask what the back up plan is- if they have no back-up plan, you may want to consider another option.

Specific details you’ll need to know :

  • Are you covered 24/7 in the time surrounding my due date ?

  • What if my birth unfolds during a holiday or celebration ?

  • How much time does it take to finalize childcare arrangements after being notified I’m in labor ?


State laws vary on business license requirements from one to the next,
but the basis of this question is a simple one : Are you a legally operating business ?

Because birth photography sometimes happens inside hospitals and birthing centers, it’s very important to make sure your Birth Photographer is a professional- licensed to operate in your State/City/County. For Ohio, this means I’ve paid applicable fees and taxes to become a registered business in the State of Ohio and am operating a legal, recognized, licensed Limited Liability Company.

It’s easier than ever to obtain a decent camera- they are built into every cell phone and for sale for under $100 at every local department store. In that same breath, a Facebook business page can be made in under 5 minutes, regardless of the legitimacy of the actual business. New birth photographer Facebook Pages are popping up every single day.


A camera does not make a professional photographer, just as a guitar does not make a professional musician.
A Facebook page does not promise you are dealing with a reputable business.

A Birth Photographer worth their weight in gold will be operating their business legally in their country/state/city/county .


Birth communities are relatively close knit with many of us connected outside of the birth space. Ask your Birth Photographer if they’ve ever attended a birth with the professionals that you’ve chosen. If they’ve been in the same birth space, great! If not, no worries. It’s just a good idea to have these details up front.

And to round things out, ask your birth team if they’ve worked with your Birth Photographer.
They’ll have a pool of knowledge and experiences, both good and bad, so consider them a great resource in nailing down a Birth Photographer that checks all the right boxes for you.


Life Happens.
Good birth photographers have policies in place to prepare.

In the event that something out of the control of your Birth Photographer comes up - a car accident, a broken leg, the FLU - it should be clear what the expectations are. Will your birth be covered by a back-up photographer? Will you receive a refund?

A Birth Photographer worth the investment will have a back-up photographer ready and waiting in case something comes up.
A really good birth photographer with have 2 or more back-up photographers.

Double check your Birth Photographer’s policies on “Acts of God”, or situations outside their control.


Light is the main ingredient for making photographs- and in the middle of the night, there’s not much of it.
A daytime birth is a rare occasion, and when the hospital or living room lights are dimmed down, is your Birth Photographer able to handle the low light?

Ask to see examples of photographs your Birth Photographer has taken in low light. If they don’t have any examples to show you, take a peek at the full gallery they’ve shown you and weigh the pros and cons . A dark location for someone who doesn’t shoot in dark spaces or carry a flash along with them will result in few quality, usable photographs and is something you should take into consideration during the decision making process.

For those uncomfortable with the idea of flash photography during their birth, or those with conditions like photosensitive epilepsy or any disorder that makes you more prone to seizures, definitely bring this up with your Birth Photographer so they can best prepare. In the event that you have been diagnosed with photosensitive epilepsy, you’ll want to find a birth photographer who specializes in low light birth photography without flash, and has the portfolio to back that up.


This is #8 on the list, but it could just as easily sit at #1.
Hiring a Birth Photographer that has a contract ready for you is crucial, and here’s why.

Contracts protect not only your Birth Photographer, but you. They lay out the groundwork for the stuff you expect like pricing, payments and turn around times, and the stuff that you don’t - Like, what happens in the event of an emergency, what happens if the camera falls onto the hospital floor and breaks into pieces, what happens if you forget to contact your photographer, and what to do if either of you would like to pursue legal action.

Contracts may seem intense, but they’re the safest way to lay a solid foundation for a client/photographer relationship and for both of you to have something to reference. They’re also a surefire way to spot a Birth Photographer who values you and is worth your investment.

Look over the contract carefully, and be sure to save yourself a copy, if it’s virtual, or ask for a copy of the original if it’s paper. Keep in mind, Photographers have likely invested in a local lawyer to look over their contract and/or draft something that’s specific to their own business. Rarely, if ever, are they something that is editable. You can always inquire, but you’ve heard it here first that extensive lengths go into contract creation, for the good of the Photographer and for the protection of their client’s, so definitely keep that in mind.

5 years into birth photography, and I have witnessed my fair share of wonderful stories and horrible ones.
Keep this list handy to help round out your expectations for the artist you choose to document these moments of triumph that you won’t ever be able to redo.

I care about ya.


The Hospital Birth of Summit | Dublin Methodist Hospital | Columbus | Milk And Hannah | Birth Photographer

Rachel was freshly 8 weeks pregnant at our initial sit down to see how we jived, to see if we were a good fit. She made me a mug of tea and we talked in the living room. I took notes and wanted to know all about her, her 6 year old son, her husband, her birth the first go around and what she hoped for her next one. An hour later I met Adam and Shore on their way back from the pool. It was a really good afternoon.

By the end of the meeting, we were connected. It was effortless. All of the stories you’ll read here are effortless- that’s how client/birth photography should go. Every time. But we were fast friends, she and I, from minute 1.


I drove to Rachel and Adam’s apartment for their final meeting 2 days after Christmas, at 39 weeks pregnant and had gone to 42 weeks with her first. She had texted me all that day that she was feeling contractions- but at her 39 week doctor appointment, they monitored her and none of them showed up. Monitors, man. Forever not picking up what babies are putting down. They were headed home, and would meet me there.

I arrived before them and turned off my van. Leaning the seat back a few spots- I sunk in and scrolled IG until they arrived. A beep from Adam and a wave from Rachel in the passenger seat let me know they were here.

As I approached I heard “I just had a really intense one. It was hard to breathe through.”

We walked into the apartment and got comfortable on the couch. Chatting with both of them about how she was feeling, getting final details about what my role in the space would be, or what they wanted my role to be. I started noticing discomfort on her face in intervals. I asked if I could feel her stomach and she happily agreed.

A familiar firmness. I was switched back to that feeling from my own labors.
She was in the middle of a contraction. And it was long.

A few minutes later, Adam told me about their dinner plans. I smirked at him. They noticed.

I grabbed my things, told them to rest, and said to be prepared in case those dinner plans didn’t work out.

10 hours later he was born.

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Birth, Personal

The Bathtub Birth of Smith Stone | A Columbus Ohio Birth Story | Milk & Hannah

I can still remember Nicole’s DM on IG last year.

She was moving to Columbus from Seattle and wanted to connect - she also let me know they’d JUST started trying for a second child and would be hiring me at some point during their time here. I was all over it - a huge fan of her work “Miracle Mamas” - a support group for moms with addiction. She’d be here 4 weeks later, sitting in my living room with her son. But two weeks before that, I’d get a photo in my messages of a positive pregnancy test. My woman was moving to Columbus and she was doing it pregnant.

Over the coming months we developed an old soul type of friendship. One that picked up quickly and without effort. We bonded instinctively and effortlessly. Late nights in her attic surrounded by vintage clothes, trips in the Audi going…under?… the speed limit (always under the speed limit, Noah). Photo shoots in my master bedroom and lots and lots and lots of thrifting. As her baby grew, so did our friendship.

On October 24th, 2018 the texts came in that she was having contractions.
A group message with her partner, Noah, her midwife, Rachel, and I kept the updates scrolling. But only hours into the journey, her water broke.

I grabbed my gear, called them in the car, but I was on my way.

Knocking once with no answer and then twice, I opened the door to a silent first floor. Steps into their dining room and her howls echoed down the staircase from the second floor. I bounded up the stairs to see a warrior woman laboring in the bath. Noah holding the shower head over her back, her sisters standing over her in town from the West coast.

20 minutes later, Smith arrived in the bath tub.

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I cherish you. In a life where random interactions with strangers happen every single day, it feels way more than a coincidence that our lives really connected.

All my love,



Midwife: Rachel McCloskey
Secondary Midwife: Lora Hart
Thank you for being such incredible providers,
and for always including me in birth spaces as part of the team.
I appreciate you both so, so very much. <3


To Hazel, To Ivie - Love Letters to Her Daughters : The Birth Story of Ivie

My dearest sweet Hazel-

When I had my third contraction around three in the morning- I knew it was time.  I laid in bed timing my contractions for the next few hours and when I was certain this was it, I quietly got out of bed and crawled into bed with you.  I snuggled up to you from behind and nestled my face into your wild curls and the warm nape of your neck. I lay there with you quietly just soaking up the last few moments with you as my only child.  It’s such a bittersweet thing- knowing I’m about to give you this gift of a sibling, but also my heart breaking for you in a way knowing it would never be just you and me again.

    You woke up and rolled over and gave me a big hug and I said “guess what?!” we are going to meet your baby sister today!”. You looked at me wide eyed and smiled and squealed “we are?!”..  We tip toed back to my room so you could wake up dad and tell him the news.

    I’d shown you videos of homebirths and water births so you would know what to expect. One night while I was putting you to bed you asked out of the blue if it would hurt.  I assumed you were talking about birth and when I told you it would and that I might cry and even yell, but that it would all be worth it because in the end we would have this beautiful baby- you looked at me with tears in your eyes and told me you would hold me and kiss me to make me feel better.  And boy did you. You were the best little birthing coach anyone could ask for. You watched pensively and as things got more intense and I got louder, you would cover your ears but never take your eyes off me. You rubbed my arms, poured water on my back, gave me kisses when I needed them, and when I was really quiet with eyes closed in another place in my mind- you would creep up and look me in the face to make sure I was still in there somewhere.  At one point deep into a contraction, I felt the water behind me stir and to my surprise you had gotten your bathing suit on and jumped in the pool with me. You thought it was the funniest thing. The thought of you coming in with me had never crossed my mind, but I’m glad you thought to do it because it made you so happy and that made me happy.

    You’ll learn one day that the birth I had hoped for you didn’t come to fruition.  And in fact, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. Not just because I was treated with disrespect and condescension at the most vulnerable and intimate time, but because I felt like I let you down.  That’s a feeling that gets etched into your soul so deep, that I’m tearful almost 4 years later writing this. That’s why giving you this experience to be able to see birth for what it really is was so important to me. Birth is a really amazing thing.  It’s not disgusting, it’s not shameful, it’s not anything to hide or be embarrassed about. You had no preconceived notions or societal influences to clout what you saw. To you it was just birth, simple and matter of fact.

    I wanted to show you that women are strong.  I wanted to show you that your mom is strong.  I wanted to show you that you are strong. And that one day- if you choose to and are blessed with having a child, that you are in charge of your body.   Arm yourself with knowledge and follow your gut and your heart. And don’t ever let anyone influence how you feel about your body. You get to decide who you are and who you want to be.  And I will always support and love that person no matter what. I hope that one day you feel proud to have me as your mom. I’ve been proud to be your mom since the moment we met.

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My sweet Ivie girl-

    I don’t know where to begin.  We did it. It’s 4 months later as I write this and I still can’t believe it.  Even all throughout labor, I was in disbelief at each stage thinking to myself that I couldn’t believe I was at that certain point already.  After I had my third contraction at three in the morning. After I’d had contractions for three hours and I knew this was it. After I let work know I wouldn’t be in.  After I got into the pool for the first time once things picked up. After I had the first urge to push. After you were born. After waking up the next morning and staring at you next to me.  After each time that I got to the next big thing, I couldn’t believe that I’d made it that far. Yet at the same time I felt such an overwhelming calmness and confidence that what I was doing each of those moments was exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

    I’d always imagined it would happen at night, but as I was walking around the house getting things ready that morning I thought maybe you had something else planned.  It was a bright, sunny day and the sun was beaming in through the windows as your sister sat and ate her cereal and watched cartoons like it was any other day. Only she knew today was the day.  Your dad went to the store to pick up some white hydrangeas for me. I wanted them all around to make the space as serene as I could. Things started to pick up a little and when he wasn’t back after awhile I wondered if sending him might have been a mistake.  I had been in contact with both my midwives, and they seemed eager to come to me, but I didn’t feel ready. Something in me just knew that it was going to be a little while still. You’re dad came back empty handed and I was a little disappointed. He had gone to four different stores and no one had white hydrangeas.  

I decided to tell my midwives it was okay for them to come over, even though I felt like they were just going to be waiting around for a while.  After I threw up the first time, Erica who was traveling from Athens, text me saying she thought maybe we waited to long and that she was racing to get to me.  I still didn’t feel like it was time and I told her to drive safely and not rush. Soon after Cortnie and Hannah arrived, two of your dad’s employees showed up with trays of food and a box filled with bouquets of white hydrangeas.  He hadn’t told me, but he text them and asked them to go all over Columbus and find as many as they could. When Erica came busting in, we were all just hanging out on this bright and sunny day as I arranged flowers. It was such a warm and funny moment to me.  

We sat around in the living room waiting as things progressed.  I eventually went upstairs to try and get some rest since things weren’t moving especially fast.  Erica and Hannah left to get lunch down the street. Your dad came upstairs and laid with me in bed.  In between each contraction I could fall slowly into a state of relaxation. But the longer we were together alone, the more intense each contraction got.   It was finally time to get into the pool since things seemed to be picking up. We came downstairs and I got in and soon after Erica and Hannah were back. Being in the pool made it so easy to relax in between each contraction.  As soon as one would come to an end I could instantly let go and relax my entire body and just lay weightlessly against the edge. I found squeezing hair combs in each hand so that the teeth dug into my palm so helpful. It was the perfect amount of counter pressure.  

    When I was mentally preparing myself for birthing you at home, I thought there were going to be two certainties that I should acknowledge up front and allow myself space for.  First, I thought I would break down right when everything started. Just knowing the shotgun had gone off and this was it and there was no backing out. That this tiny human was inside me and had to come out somehow.  It’s an overwhelming realization even when you know it’s coming for nine months. I remember brushing my teeth the morning I was getting ready to go to the hospital with your sister and a contraction hit and this wave of fear washed over me and I started to cry for just a moment.  I thought this feeling would be inevitable again and decided the best thing was to allow myself to experience it and then immediately let it go and move on.

    Second, I thought for sure at some point during natural birth, I would break down and tell everyone around me that I couldn’t do it.  Maybe during transition, maybe when it was time to push. Whenever it would be, I was certain there would come a point where I would be overwhelmed and scared and begging for it to come to an end.  

    That morning, I felt nothing but peace. I wasn’t scared. I was just determined.  I felt like I had something to do and I was just going to do everything in my power to do it.  I spent most of the labor with my eyes closed and just tried to fall deep down inside myself. I would come up once and awhile to kiss your dad or smile at your sister and tell her I loved her.   

    Things slowed down in the water so I went back upstairs to rest in bed with your dad.  Soon after, things picked up quickly. Each time I was left alone with him, things picked up quickly.  It was like my body was sending a message loud and clear to just let it be left alone where it felt the most calm and protected to do the work it instinctively knew how to do.  

    By the end of it all I think I got in and out of the pool three or four times.  I imaged birthing you in there all along as it seemed the most relaxing for me, but apparently it was too relaxing because every time things would slow down.  

    You were born on the couch, with your dad sitting right behind me, his face next to mine- neck in neck.  I didn’t know until afterwards, but I pushed for four hours and never once felt like I absolutely couldn’t do it.  There were positions I was apprehensive to try because getting in to them felt like it was going to be uncomfortable, but at no point did I feel like I wasn’t going to be able to do it.  

    The feeling of having you placed on my chest, in our living room, with your dad behind me, with your grandma and sister one couch away, with bistro lights hanging from the ceiling, with women fiercely supporting me and allowing me total autonomy, with nothing but warmth and respect flowing all around me is truly indescribable.  I can tell you, without a doubt, that it was and will forever be the greatest moment of my life. And my greatest hope is that you and your sister get to experience that same feeling one day, because that moment is the moment that really defines what love is and what life is all about.


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Welcome, Sebastian : A Birth Story from your Mama | Columbus Birth Photographer

" We were spending what would be our last mellow night at home. It was New Year’s Eve, and Mallory was 39 (plus some) weeks pregnant. We had spent the past 10 days living with a number of unknowns and practicing acceptance ever since our midwife found that, nearing 38 weeks, our sweet babe had flipped breech. 

A breech baby meant not only no home birth but that our birthing options were limited. 

We spent the days surrounding Christmas at the chiropractor and acupuncturist. We did hypnotherapy and moxibustion. We went to an indoor pool so that, at full term, Mallory could do handstands in the water. And then we waited, not knowing where the next day would take us.


Our one last effort to get the little one head down was to have a doctor perform an external cephalic version where they manually turn the baby. We scheduled one for the second of January. 

Naturally, the universe had different plans. 

The next day, Mallory started having consistent cramps. She worked through waves as the sun rose on the first of the year. 

By lunch time, our doula, Ami, had arranged for us to meet up at St. Ann’s. Our birth team had been working closely with them, and they were willing to attempt an ECV that day. We put the car seat and hospital bag in the car, ate pork and sauerkraut with my parents, and then left for the hospital. 

The probability of success was against us. The bigger the baby, the harder to move, and our babe was over 39 weeks gestation plus measuring large. On top of that, Mallory had an anterior placenta which makes for a more difficult turn. After some discussion, we decided to place an epidural to help relax her body and increase our dwindling odds. 

And then it was time. It’s a wild sight to see two adults pushing with all their might on your partner’s pregnant belly. The first attempt failed, and a second attempt proved to have no more luck. The doubt was palpable. We knew our chances were slim, but to see it not work made it real. If the kid stayed breech, we were looking at a cesarean within the next few hours. Ami suggested inverting the bed to help pull the baby’s bottom out of the pelvis for the final attempt. Collectively, the room did a sharp inhale as the tension from pushing broke and baby flipped. 

Y’ALL. I cannot put into words the elation that comes with regaining ones freedom to choose. 

So, this badass woman I get to call my wife let her epidural bolus wear off in active labor, and, with contractions every 3-4 minutes, we left the hospital to birth our baby at home.


By midnight, we had arrived back home. I was filling up the birth tub. Ami was helping Mallory and alerting the rest of the birth team. We retired our phones and unplugged the clocks. The world outside did not exist. 

Mallory worked hard. There were long swathes of night where the only indication of time passing were the consistent breaks in silence. The vocalizations during each surge and the sound of baby’s heartbeat through a doppler formed an unmistakable labor melody that carried us through until dawn. 

With the sun came a much needed breath of energy after a long and sleepless night. The second of January proved fierce bringing with it contractions which eventually layered over one another in transitional patterns. Mallory riding the waves, and Rachel recording the vitals she had taken. We were so ready to meet our baby. 

In the afternoon, Mallory moved through labor in the birth pool, the building pressure expressed through low moans peaking with grunts. Rachel checked to see if she was ready to push. There was only a small lip of cervix left, but the baby showed no signs of descent. 


The sky settled dark again, and exhaustion hit hard. It had been 36 hours since the onset of labor. We made the decision to transfer back to St. Ann’s Hospital with the hopes of relief and sleep.

Once at the hospital, Mallory received an epidural and had them break her water in hopes that this would help the babe descend. She was given popsicles, oxygen, and a peanut ball. The nurse appeared every so often to help her into a new position for labor progression. 

Our birth team transferred with us which was such a blessing. Everyone was scattered about the room in chairs providing familiarity and unwavering support. 

When we collectively decided that rest was in order, I curled up in an empty labor tub, plummeting into a heavy and unnerving sleep as midnight approached. 


While I slept, Mallory was dealing with an ineffective epidural. She had two straight catheters, both of which she could feel, painful cervical checks, and she vomited from the medicine when they attempted to adjust the dose. It was then they accepted the need for a new epidural, and she received her third. 

Finally blanketed with relief, she was determined to rest. At this point, however, there had been no progress in dilation or descent in over 12 hours. The nurse was hoping to place an intrauterine monitor to determine contraction strength and possibly add pitocin. Mallory told them to wake up “the girl in the tub” and then demanded everyone else leave. 

Startled, I came to in the room trying process the information I was being given. I stood next to Mallory’s bed in the otherwise empty delivery room. She was not only tired, still without sleep, but also physically and emotionally drained from the long labor and lack of personal space that comes with hospital interventions. 

Trusting in what her body and baby were telling her, she decided that labor augmentation was not that route to go; a cesarean was going to be less stress on our little one. 

We called the cavalry back in and let them know our decision. Mallory was hoping that, with the new working epidural, they would allow her a couple hours of sleep first. However, her rising temperature loomed over as future cause for concern, and it was decided that we would move forward with the plan before it became urgent. 

There was relief tinged with fear as we readied ourselves. They wheeled Mallory out, and I got dressed in paper scrubs as I tried to shake off the adrenaline. It was time. 

Entering the operating room was like walking outside, every surface gleaming with bright white light. Mallory was already prepped, and I took my position seated by her head. Just before pulling the baby out, they revealed the drape’s clear window. I watched as they pulled our child out and towards us. I announced, through tears, that he was a boy. After a delayed cord clamping, I met up with him at the warmer. Within moments, we both returned to Mallory where he was placed skin to skin.


We were in love from the moment we saw him. Nine pounds, eight ounces, the chubbiest of cheeks, and a perfectly round head from being nowhere near Mallory’s pelvis. 

Birth is fascinating and unpredictable. Although Sebastian had a cesarean delivery, having care providers who were respectful, supportive, and trusted birth was instrumental in ensuring an empowering experience. Mallory was able to labor as she wanted and make decisions based on intuition rather than external pressures. 

And, at the end of it all, we got this delicious baby boy."

-Mama, Amy Caldwell


To Mallory,

You are power. Raw power. 
I  am forever grateful to have been allowed inside your sacred space. Thank you for the opportunity- both to document your journey, and to get to know you, your wife, and your darling child. 

All my love,


Birth Team:
Midwives: Rachel McCloskey and Audra Phillips / Columbus Midwife Collective
Doula: Ami Shaffer / Central Ohio Doulas