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The Birth of Noah William

Does it sound normal that I had a lot of fun at a birth?! I mean, I love witnessing new life being born. The couples are always amazing. But I have never belly laughed for hours with a laboring couple and their parents before. This birth was such a great experience. Dad was super supportive, mom was a total rock star, grandpa tried to avoid my camera at all costs and Noah’s sweet nana almost brought me to tears with her excitement. It was an amazing day!

The Birth of Noah William from Danielle Good on Vimeo.

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The Birth of Ellie Brynn // Colorado Birth Photographer

Ellie’s birth was incredibly special. I was informed of her impending arrival within weeks of conception. It was amazing to experience the entire duration of her pregnancy with her beautiful momma, Alicia. It was so much fun to attend her shower, see her ultrasound photos and hear the excitement in Alicia’s voice as she announced what her name would be. I had so much anticipation building up to the day as we planned how they wanted her birth captured, which pieces were important, how big of a part music was going to play, and how if we all had it our way, baby girl would decide to arrive when there was beautiful natural light coming through the windows (a photographer’s dream!). Ellie’s entrance into the world was quick and dramatic, beautiful and calm, all at the same time. Please enjoy her birth video and then hear from Alicia’s own words as she tells her birth story.
The Birth of Ellie Brynn from Danielle Good on Vimeo.

In Alicia’s words:

Having a gentle, natural birth with a hands-off approach was really important to us with Ellie’s birth. After being risked-out of midwifery care at the beginning (due to being high risk for blood clotting) I was a little devastated that we might not be able to be supported in our desires. We patiently researched and then found the perfect doctor that matched the style of care we were seeking. He even recommended Hypnobirthing, which we had already planned on learning. We took Hypnobirthing classes with Jacie, and we also hired her as our doula. It was a perfect match of the support we were looking for. I had a very healthy, mostly uneventful pregnancy. At those last weekly appointments our baby girl was in perfect positioning. Conditions were favorable for a spontaneous labor, maybe even before her due date. Earlier in the pregnancy we learned that our doctor was going to be leaving the country during my 40th week for a missions trip. As the 40th week mark approached, our doctor was encouraging and really thought I would deliver before then. We asked him who would be there for the delivery in his absence. He said that because we had been preparing for a natural delivery, we could request one of the midwives in the practice if I went into labor while he was gone. It made me feel so much better that regardless of who attended the birth, our wishes would be understood and vision supported. And how ironic that we were denied midwifery care in the beginning at other practices, but had a good possibility of ending up with one for the birth! I breathed so much easier knowing we were taken care of in any circumstance. We were ready, beyond ready.
40 weeks came and went. We were more prepared than ever: labor and hospital bags were meticulously packed, freezer meals were made, daily meals were prepped, notes were left for Nana, the nursery was ready, every piece of laundry was washed and caught up on every day, the floors and baseboards were clean, the house was dusted. Nesting at it’s finest, really. Everything had it’s place incase we went into labor and had our sweet Ellie at any moment. It was the cleanest our house has ever been– Logan even learned the word “cleaning” that week. Phil would come home from work and see folded laundry on the table and say, “you must be bored…”. 
With each day that passed the November 21st due date, I wondered when our baby girl would arrive. She was in perfect positioning and was lower into my pelvis by the day. I could feel a few light, irregular surges (contractions) here and there, but they never amounted to anything consistent. We walked the malls several times that week, which wasn’t bad considering the holiday lights were up and Christmas music was playing. It was my favorite time of the year. We soaked up our last moments as a family of three with a trip the indoor playground and special things to do with Logan. I drank more red raspberry leaf tea than I could keep track of, practiced Hypnobirthing breathing and focused on my birth affirmations.
We had our weekly NST (non-stress test) and prenatal appointment on the morning of Tuesday, November 25th. Since our doctor was out of the country, we met with Cassie Applegate, one of the midwives. I seriously didn’t think we were going to need that appointment when we made it, but there we were. Ellie looked great on the NST and following that we met with Cassie for the first time. She was so patient, gentle and took time to talk with us at that appointment. She measured my belly and I was measuring right at 40 weeks. My cervix was still high and posterior, but this week I was measuring a 2 and still was a very soft 80% effaced. We left that appointment to fully surrender that Ellie was just going to come when she wanted to and when my body was fully ready. Maybe she was waiting for our doctor to come back… maybe she’d be born on Thanksgiving… or even into the first week of December. I didn’t feel rushed, just impatient to meet our little girl, especially since the conditions were so favorable. We embraced the possibility of a holiday baby, and I was quite okay with that. 
Later that evening we made a “quick” grocery trip to Target to grab some last minute items to stock the house (you know, just incase, like we had done for the past month or so). Being the week of Thanksgiving and Black Friday, even if Ellie didn’t arrive by then we didn’t want to go shopping on either of those days or that weekend for that matter. Our quick trip was chaotic. Logan was having a horrible night and threw his first grocery store tantrum on the floor of the freezer aisle. I was trying to be efficient in my wandering through the aisles but kept getting distracted. Waddling around the store that night was stressful and I could have cried at any moment. Looking back, that night felt different. We came home, ate a late dinner and headed for bed. I took my nightly dose of Heparin in sobbing tears because I could barely see that part of my belly anymore and it hurt badly as I tried to find a place to inject the medicine. I was just done. I didn’t want to take another shot and prayed that it would be the last one. That night definitely felt different, but I was too exhausted and emotional to notice. I deeply fell asleep that night, for a few hours at least.
Later in the night I woke at 1:55am to a decent surge (contraction) that lasted about one minute. This had been happening in the middle of the nights earlier in the week, so I didn’t think much of it. I continued to lay in bed and drifted off to sleep again. 10 minutes later I had another one lasting about a minute as well. I still stayed in bed because that’s what the surges had been like the other nights too– 10 minutes apart for about 30-45 minutes and then they would go away. At 2:15am, just like clockwork there was another intense surge. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, just like every other night, but while I was in there I got another surge within 5 minutes. I started to feel different and wondered if this was early labor. I drew a hot bath and continued to time the surges in the app on my phone. Within 30 minutes they jumped from 10 minutes apart to 4 to 5 minutes apart, still lasting about 1 minute each. Every once in awhile I would get surges that were every minute to 2 minutes apart here and there. It was a bit inconsistent, so I wasn’t sure what was going on yet. I listened to my Hypnobirthing tracks on my phone to relax and focus. Phil was still in bed, but by 2:30am I called him into the bathroom for support and to see if he thought this was the real deal. I got out of the tub and called Jacie and Danielle to let them know I was thinking this was early labor, but not to come quite yet. By 3am I tried to lay back down in attempt to relax and conserve energy but the surges were so intense that I abruptly crawled right out of bed to stand. I labored on the birth ball at the side of the bed for a bit. Phil called his mom to come over to the house incase Logan woke up. In between surges I felt fantastic, but when the waves came they climbed fast. As I was sitting on the ball in the middle of a surge I said, “I don’t think I can do this here”, pondering going to the hospital to labor. But after the surge came back down, I recognized that making decisions during surges probably wasn’t the best idea. The surges were so intense a couple times that I needed to stand at the bed. Nausea started to kick in, but I thought maybe it was a few of my anxious nerves.
I headed back to the bathtub to give it another try and added more hot water. I discovered that pouring water over my belly was soothing, so Phil continued to do that with a cup as I labored through consistent surges. I switched the music from my Hypnobirthing tracks to a song by Steffany Gretzinger called “Letting Go”. Listening to that song on repeat helped me relax, focus and let go. We turned off the bathroom lights as I found the darkness to be soothing as well. There was a soft glow of light from the one lamp that was lit in our bedroom. At 4:20am we called Jacie in and she arrived by 5am. She calmly coached me through surges and in between them we quietly chatted. I had serious heartburn and nausea, both of which Jacie said might be changes worth noting, that labor was headed in a good and progressive direction. She got peppermint oil and wafted it in front of my nose for a good part of that hour; it helped greatly. She got some apple cider vinegar from the fridge and I took a shot of that for the heartburn, which also helped greatly. Phil made the phone call into the midwives so they would have a heads up and Jacie stayed with me working through the surges. I asked her how we would know when to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to get there too early and be turned away for not being dilated far enough along, and I didn’t want to be poked and monitored more than I needed to be. Jacie calmly and quietly spoke saying that we wouldn’t know for certain, and I knew that we were supported in whatever decision we made. I didn’t want to have the baby in the car during the 25 minute drive, but I honestly didn’t think I was progressed that far to worry much about it. Jacie kept track of my surges in the app on my phone as they came and went. She assured me I was breathing well and doing great. The bathtub ended up being the perfect refuge to labor in as it was dark, quiet and peaceful. In between surges I looked up to the window and noticed it was getting a little bit light outside; it was not much, but enough to notice. There was a soft glittering snow in the air that was dusting the ground. It was a perfectly cold, quiet, winter night– just like I was hoping for. Not too shortly after Phil told Danielle to come to the house, I told him to call her back to tell her to meet us at the hospital. She was already on the way to our house, so she came anyways. And I’m so glad she did. Just as she arrived (right before 6am) I was getting out of the tub and drying off, wrapping my bottom half in a towel while working through a surge. I took a couple steps into the bedroom to get dressed and we worked through another surge. These frequent surges continued while we walked downstairs. We slowly made our way out the front door to the car in the garage, every few steps working through surges. It was relentless, one on top of another. The surges were coming so quickly at that point that we stopped timing them. In one pocket of my sweater I had my phone with music still playing, and in my hand I had a tissue with peppermint oil on it, inhaling it every chance I got. We got in the car by 6:15 and drove to the hospital. I was nervous that we would arrive there too early. I remember thinking “so help me I’m only dilated to a 3…” Somehow I still wasn’t sold that I was in active labor.

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However, I was in transition and didn’t know it. Poor Phil was trying to drive and I was nearly ripping his arm off while working through some of those surges. By this point it was much more intense than I had imagined, but I was still able to breathe deeply and trust my body. We got to the hospital at 6:40 and parked in the lot by the ER entrance. I barely made it a few feet from the car and had another intense surge. After working through it with Phil and Jacie, we picked up the bags to start walking and stopped to work through two more surges before getting to the door, and then again when we got inside the door.

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We briefly stopped at the registration desk to sign papers and check in. A wheelchair was sent with a nurse to take me to the OB floor. The surges continued one on top of another through all of this. We rode up the elevator and I ended up standing because I just couldn’t sit comfortably. I worked through a surge as we got off the elevator, took a few more steps down the hallway towards our room and worked through yet another surge. By the time we got to the room I realized that this was it. OB nurses and staff quietly poured into the room to get everything ready for Ellie’s arrival. I labored mostly with my eyes shut to focus on breathing and to concentrate on relaxing, so I didn’t realize much of anything else going on in the room. In between surges I tried to relax to conserve my energy and allow my body and baby Ellie to work as efficiently as possible. They placed a hep-lock IV in my hand, but did not attach anything, just like I requested.

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Laboring freely without being attached to anything was important to me. At 7am I was dilated to 7cm. I labored laying down for 30 minutes or so, breathing through surges as best I could with Phil and Jacie’s help, visualizing baby Ellie making her way into the world. Phil stayed close to my face while holding my hands. When I labored with our first born, Logan, somehow I realized that Phil’s scent was calming to me. I love the way his face smells, and it’s not a cologne or soap fragrance, but his natural pheromones. It really is as funny as it sounds, but it worked well for us during Ellie’s labor too. The surges continued to gain intensity. I was repeatedly asking for something to take the edge off (which makes me laugh now); but it was simply too late (thankfully). By 7:30 I was dilated to a 9, but didn’t feel any urge to push yet.

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Our room did not have a tub like I thought I’d want, but even if it did, we probably wouldn’t have had time to fill it and use it. I decided to labor in the shower under hot water to relax and let gravity help bring Ellie down. From the ride to the hospital to getting in the shower, I started to doubt that I could birth Ellie naturally. I even told our Jacie, “this is wicked” at one point. In the shower I firmly pressed my forehead against the wall and continued to work through surges. The shower was the perfect sanctuary for my “come to Jesus” moment that I was indeed going to do this. There was no other way out. There was no time for any other means of pain relief, even though deep inside I truly did not want it anyways. I could barely stand as I felt Ellie coming down lower and lower by the seconds. 

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I was only in the shower for about 10 minutes when I squatted down because it felt good, only to realize that I felt my body pushing. I got out and dried off to go back into our room where they had set up a birthing stool. This meant so much to me because we had briefly discussed it with Cassie at our appointment the day before and she remembered. Just that small thing made me feel heard and supported. With Phil at my left shoulder, I tried to push with my body on the birthing stool and it just didn’t feel right. I trusted what my body was telling me. As I squatted to kneel onto the floor my water broke at 7:42 and there was meconium in the fluid. Cassie was positioned in front of me, down at my level, and she calmly requested for the NICU staff. Shortly thereafter a few pairs of extra feet poured into the room. I knew what that meant, and I would have expected for that to freak me out, but it didn’t; there was no fear. I trusted that Ellie was fine and that we were in the best of hands. Fear of something being wrong didn’t even enter my mind in that moment. I kneeled onto the floor in front of the birthing stool as they took it away. Moving to the bed wasn’t an option, Ellie was coming quickly. Phil moved to the front of me along with our nurse, Ashley. The staff quickly moved to put towels out on the floor under me and completely prepared for delivery there. I kneeled down onto my hands and knees, resting my head on our sweet nurse’s shoulder in front of me and waited for a surge. And waited. And waited. It somewhat frustrated me because we were all just hanging out there waiting. Jacie assured me that it was okay. My body was just taking a breather before the moment of Ellie’s arrival. I attempted to come back up to my knees to rest in a different way and the surge finally came.

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All with one surge and push, Ellie was born at 7:48am. Cassie caught Ellie and passed her under me into my hands. I pulled Ellie up to my chest and craddled her in my arms. She was so warm and squishy, pink and healthy. Phil knelt down in front of us to meet our Ellie and see her sweet face. She let out a big cry immediately, which was encouraging to hear because of the meconium that was in her fluid. Her cord was short but was just long enough for me to hold her in that moment. The discomforts of labor and birth were completely gone. It was serene. We moved to the bed, and after a few moments there Phil cut her cord so she could quickly be checked out and returned to us. She was perfectly healthy, 8lbs 13oz. Her size hadn’t even entered my mind the entire labor or delivery. I had maintained a mindset throughout my pregnancy that my body was created and beyond able to birth however “big” she was. Trusting my body and Ellie did wonders for eliminating fear and allowing my body to do what it needed to that morning. Between that and laboring in the dark for several hours at home, there’s no wonder she was born so quickly. She happily nursed for the first couple hours while we studied her and savored every detail.

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Ellie Brynn arrived in just under 6 hours of labor, but it didn’t seem like hours at all. I’m glad we got to labor at home the way we did, just like I had imagined and hoped for. The soft glittery dusting of snow that morning tickled my heart with joy. The sun was rising as we labored, and Ellie was born within the hour after it had arrived for the day. Her name means “light” so it was beyond appropriate for her to be born at that time. Just like the sun rises, it symbolized “all things new”. God knew we would have a midwife all along, even as I fretted about not having one in the beginning. Cassie, the midwife we had just met the day prior, came on at 7am, within the hour of Ellie’s arrival. Danielle knew the pediatric nurse for Ellie, which made getting those first moments captured a piece of cake. No detail was without purpose. It was so healing, so redeeming. We spent the day quietly savoring her newborn newness and taking photos with her, of course.

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We have a daughter now. Our son, Logan, has a sister. Logan arrived with Nana later in the afternoon to meet his sister for the very first time. The wonder in his eyes when seeing her will always melt my heart, especially the way he quietly said “hi” to her. He’s so in love with her, as are we.

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The Birth of Cole Malachy // Castle Rock, CO Birth Photographer

My friend Erin and I met in an online forum for pregnancy and all things related when I was due with my last baby and she was due with her first. Even though we didn’t even live in the same state, we became friends and met up a few times. When I moved to Colorado, I knew it would be even longer before I would get to see her again! March 17th, the morning of her scheduled induction (yes, the morning of!) some of her friends were messaging with me about doing a birth video as a surprise and I decided to pack up my kids and drive to Omaha! It wasn’t until I entered Nebraska that I sent her a photo of the road sign. To say she was surprised was an understatement! My mom lives to close to where she was delivering, so I dropped everything and headed to the hospital.

She had the quickest induction I’ve ever seen and besides the epi not taking full effect for a bit, she labored beautifully. Her one request, that he wouldn’t be a St. Patrick’s Day baby.:)So they held off for a little bit until midnight struck. Sweet Cole was born at 12:59am and is absolutely perfect.

Congrats sweet friend! Love you! The Birth of Cole Malachy // Danielle Good Photography from Danielle Good on Vimeo.

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Just look at those perfect wrinkles!!!

The next morning, I returned for a Just Born session and to catch big brother Grant coming in to meet Cole. He wasn’t super interested at first, but then daddy sat him next to momma and Cole and he was very intrigued to touch his toes and little fingers. Then, Cole let out one of his epic double sneezes and sent Grant flying off the bed! It was so sad and hilarious at the same time! Erin says Grant has finally gotten used to the sneezes, so I guess he wasn’t too traumatized!:)

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  • Erin - I am such a lucky girl. This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you again for capturing these memories for my family. ❤️ReplyCancel

The Birth of Nolan Grayson // Denver Birth Photographer/Videographer

I was so unbelievably excited when I got the email inquiry to photograph my first birth since moving to Colorado. I have been wanting to really get into birth photography and more importantly, videography. I loved meeting this sweet mom and dad when they were just 2 weeks out from their due date!

Two and a half weeks later, I was driving to their home when K-Love’s “Verse of the Day” came on. It was Ephesians 3:20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. Something about it just stuck with me the whole day, and as momma’s labor progressed and I witnessed her immense strength, the verse felt extremely fitting for the day. She was simply put, an absolute rock star. I’m still in awe.

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Doula: Erika Jones of Nurture the Mother

Birth Center: Mountain Midwifery Center

 

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  • Katy - Such beautiful work capturing such an amazing moment. Great job Danielle!ReplyCancel

  • Holly Amarandei - Love this – so beautiful!ReplyCancel

  • Helen Angrave Greene - Really beautiful and importantly, respectful. Just not sure about the baseball one though!ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Browning - Really beautiful pictures!!!!
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I jumped ship! // Castle Rock family & birth videographer

Gah!!!! I can’t believe I did it. I made the BIG switch. Goodbye Nikon, Helloooo Canon!

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I remember when I first even thought about getting a “nice” camera, the first one I researched was the Nikon d90. It looked cool, seemed to be okay for a starter and had all the features I wanted. At the time, the price tag was terrifying (lol to that now!) so I looked with the next best thing, the Nikon d60. The Canon T1i was also the popular entry level camera at the time. Decisions decisions. Everyone that I talked to said “Go hold Nikon and Canon and just go with whichever feels better in your hand. Then decide.” Off to Best Buy I went and as I stood there in the digital cameras section trying my best to avoid the sales guy, I just held each one. I had NO idea what I was really looking for. I thought, ummmmm this Nikon grip is pretty comfortable. So off I ran to Amazon and clicked purchase.

It wasn’t long before I had outgrown my sweet little d60 and ached for something that would really allow me the room to grow. The D700 seemed to be the camera at the time. Wanting something I could have for years to come, I upgraded! That bad boy was my baby!!! I didn’t go to the grocery store without it. And it remained that way until 2 weeks ago.

You see, I have had this unbelievable desire to produce amazing video fusion movies ever since I first saw the Bui Brothers‘ fusion work here. Not long after, I stumbled across the amazing art of Tara Whitney and Michel Sandy-Borden and I thought “I HAVE to do that!!!” The only thing holding me back was hiring a videographer. Who could I trust? Did I really want to go into business with someone else? How would I know they could produce what was in my mind? I toyed with the idea for almost 2 years! The desire just grew stronger and stronger, but I still didn’t know what to do about it.

When we moved to Colorado, my business was put on hold for all of last year. I felt like a newbie all over again, portfolio building with new clients, making connections, networking, learning about our new surroundings. Then I met Laura from Crowned Photography and the epiphany sort of smacked me in the face. She was creating the most gorgeous birth videos I had ever seen. With one camera. By herself. Why hadn’t I thought of that?? Why was I still thinking I was going to need a separate videographer?

My brother Shane has been trying to get me to switch from the beginning. I’ll never forget when he told me, “Nikons are like PC’s, Canons are like Macs.” For this die hard Apple girl, that was like a stab to the heart! Then he set me up on FaceTime with Vu Bui to talk shop and my mind was officially made up. My Canon 6D was in the mail a few days later! Can’t thank you enough for all the advice Vu!

Saying goodbye to my d700 was sad. I got a little teary packing up all the pieces.

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So here I am! New camera in hand and ready to do the darn thing! If you are interested in having your own Just Life movie, Birth or other life event recorded, contact me today! I would love to meet you!

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