Baby Wyatt || Houston Newborn Photographer

Meet Wyatt.

This session was particularly special to me for several reasons, but the very first being that his momma, Jenny, has been my very best friend since we were eleven and we sat next to each other in our sixth grade history class. We managed to persevere through our teenage years and make it out to the other side. We saw each other get married, she helped welcome my children into the world, and now we are welcoming her sweet son into the world.

At every one of those milestones that Jen and I hit together, her mom was there. She was her biggest fan, and I think I ended up being pretty high up on the list by association 😉 Which brings me to another reason this one was so special. When Jenny was eight months pregnant in October, her mom very unexpectedly passed away. I’ve tried articulating the trail of emotions that came after that several times now with absolutely no luck at anything that does her justice. What I can tell you, is that she was so excited that Wyatt would be here in November. She made him this blanket, and it was not surprisingly the only thing that calmed him down when he would get over being in front of the camera. ♡

From Jenny:

“I remember telling mom I was pregnant like it was yesterday. As I hinted at it and she very quickly figured it, she came running down the stairs with tears of joy in her eyes and threw her arms around me. She was already Bubbe to two wonderful grandsons and was beyond thrilled to have her grandma duties expanded once again. 

From that moment on, it was all we talked about. She waited impatiently for me to make my formal announcement on social media so that she could do the same, and she wasted no time in doing so. She was thrilled! Now that everyone knew, she wasn’t restricted to just talking to me about her newest grandson, but she could talk to anyone and everyone. And that she did. 

As my due date grew closer, our excitement grew about as quickly as my belly did. Now I am quite the procrastinator, and at 37 weeks pregnant I still had not chosen a Hebrew name for baby Wyatt. Mom was on me every day, and her only request was that it start with an M, after my grandma Mildred (in Judaism it is customary to name the next child after the last family member to pass away, but it doesn’t have to be the actual name, it can just start with the same letter.) On October 29, I had to work. Mom sent me a couple of texts throughout the day but I had been so busy and hadn’t been able to respond. When I finally left work that evening, I responded to her with a question and eagerly waited for her response. I got home and looked up Hebrew names and finally found the one I wanted – Menachem, which stands for comforter. Little did I know what a comfort he would be. 

I was still waiting for mom to respond to my text from earlier and once I heard back I would give her the good news. But I never got that text. I went to sleep that night without thinking much about it. 

At 5:45 the following morning, my phone rang. No phone call at that hour is ever a good sign. As soon as I answered, my brother cut right to the point – mom’s dead. …What?! 

The next few days are pretty much a blur now. They were spent making plans, making the hardest phone calls I’ve ever had to make, answering questions, and making some pretty tough decisions. There I was, 37 weeks pregnant with my first child, reading a eulogy at my moms funeral. The world was not right. 

I had no idea how I was going to get through the next few weeks, waiting for my firstborn son to make his grand entrance. And if it wasn’t for my amazing husband and friends and family, I wouldn’t have. But all of us, together, waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, at 41 weeks pregnant, I went in to the hospital to be induced. 

My labor was long and exhausting and ended in a c-section. When Wyatt finally made his way into this world, he was 9 pounds 2 ounces and everything I needed.  

On October 30, at 37 weeks pregnant, I lost my mom – it left a gaping hole in my heart that I didn’t think could ever be filled. Exactly four weeks later, I brought Wyatt James into the world, and just like that, my heart was whole again. I had only heard stories about how intense the love for a child is but now I understand it. My mom was an amazing person, but most of all she was an incredible mom and Bubbe. The fact that my son will never get to meet her breaks my heart every time I think about it, but if I can take the things that she taught me and the ideals and morals that she instilled in me, and teach half of them to Wyatt, I’ll be a great mom just like she was.”

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