A year ago today, the Klein Family started the day as two and ended as four. Breanna is the sister of one of my best friends, Jess. Breanna and her husband, Brice, became fast friends of Mike and I as we started to get to know them around the time she became pregnant with the boys. They’re the kind of friends who are real and true, who will cook you dinner in their home and come over to let your dog out at the first light of day while you’re out of town. Their extended family (parents, grandparents), have welcomed us in with literally open arms, seating us at their table for holidays and special family occasions. I knew that the birth of the twins was going to be an event that would rock the Klein / Irish family’s world, and I know that photographs, for me at least, are such a sweet way to make a precious memory more tangible. I asked Breanna if she would be interested in their birth day being photographed, explaining that while I’ve never done this before, I would do my very best to stay out of the way while still documenting the spirit of the event, so that later on in life they could look back at the photos and remember what that crazy day looked, smelled, sounded like. I’m so glad she said yes.
At 12:16am on June 12th, 2013 I got a text from Jess, Breanna’s sister, that read, “Capitol Hill labor and delivery, floor 3.” I couldn’t sleep because I knew Breanna’s contractions were becoming more regular, and that it could happen at any time. It took me no time to get to the hospital, the roads were empty and dark at that hour. When I arrived Breanna was as calm as could be, impressively positive for someone who was probably feeling really uncomfortable. Everyone was quiet and calculated. Jess brought Breanna a heating pad and a giant ziploc bag full of lavender, whose fragrance filled the room. I don’t remember everything that happened in the following hours because I’m not familiar with everything that goes on while one is in labor, but I do remember that the room was dark and Bon Iver was playing softly, Brice was constantly at Breanna’s bedside, doing his best to keep her comfortable and hydrated, while Breanna’s doula sat opposite him. It was hard to see Breanna in pain, since she is typically all smiles…but it was also amazing when I thought about how this pain was part of her becoming a beautiful mother of two sons.
After many hours of labor and pacing, Breanna needed to be wheeled into the operating room to deliver the boys. With all of the nurses and doctors it takes to handle the delivery of not one, but two babies, there was only room for the father and the doula in the OR with Breanna. We watched them wheel her bed down the hallway and through the double doors, wishing them the best, and we waited. and waited. The waiting felt like forever, because we had no way of knowing what was going on. We sat on the hospital floor right outside those double doors, listening for the sound of crying babies as the sun began to rise.
Eventually Jess received a text message, a photo from Brice, of Breanna with the two tiny boys resting on her chest. Just seeing that iPhone photo gave us overwhelming joy. Here, at last. Not long after the nurses wheeled Breanna back to her room at the end of the hall. She didn’t look up from her sons as she passed us. Our eyes were full of tears as we watched Breanna hold them. Re: Stacks was playing and the room was full of light and the smell of lavender. Brice was crying and it was beautiful.
Samuel and Wesley Klein. One blonde and the other brunette. Both incredible little blue eyed boys who I can’t help but love.