First, let me start out by saying that there will be no You Capture this week. I apologize in advance but it just can not be done. (next week’s topic will be Ordinary Moments – the same as last week.)
Yesterday, I overdid it. I had a newborn session in Chicago followed by a maternity session in the evening. Newborn sessions are laborious – when done correctly. It takes patience and heat and hours and hours to complete a beautiful session.
There is all sorts of bending and ridiculous amounts of squatting and it’s hard but it’s worth it. I was at my client’s home for over four hours working with this sweet little baby.
Oh and did I tell you I hired an assistant? I did and she’s great and she attended this session with me which leads me to ask myself “what if I hadn’t done that?” My OB strongly encouraged me to hire someone to help me so I could continue my packed shooting scheduled.
Either that or I would need to clear my packed shooting schedule.
So, I returned home, ate some Teddy Grahams and began preparing my house for the next session. Part of it was going to be held in my home.
The second part of the session took place at an old farm. It’s a pretty good hike to get where we needed to go.
When I got out of the car after that session, I felt like my joints were on fire and my muscles were being cut. I was very uncomfortable. I edited a few of the photos and barely made it up the stairs. I was tired!
About 45 minutes after falling asleep, I woke up to pain around my butt and my abdomen. Intense pain. Over the next two hours, my pain worsened and I could barely move.
I finally decided we needed to go to the hospital or maybe Brian decided when he had to help to just stand up from the bed and listen to me groan in pain. Yep, maybe he’s the one. Either way.
We arrived at four in the morning. We found out first that the baby was okay, that my blood pressure was good and that I was not in labor.
That, in itself, made our trip in worth it. But we still had to figure out why I was in so much pain. I couldn’t walk, I could just lay on my back, no turning on my side, I couldn’t move at all.
The doctor feels I way overdid, that I’m having muscle spasms all over this area. Rather than being admitted, I opted to be in pain at home, where the bed doesn’t feel like I’m sleeping on a diving board. So, here I am in bed, where I’ve been, aside from getting up to pee four times, for the last twenty hours or so. I’m medicated but the medication does not take the pain away – but it does help me relax.
I do think the pain is getting better but the pain is still pretty intense. So, I guess I have to follow the orders of “stay in bed” because, um…I really have no choice.
But this resting thing? Is NOT my thing. I can’t wait to be on the move again and I hope it happens soon.