26/10/2026
Afterwards, I called my mama.
Brooklyn, New York, 2017.
I had reached out to doulas, asking if I could photograph a birth.
One replied almost immediately. A baby was due in a week.
I called the mother. We had a warm conversation.
When I asked if she would like to meet me first, she said:
“I trust you.”
The first time I saw her, she was having contractions.
I had never photographed a birth before.
I watched.
I listened.
I tried to be there without getting in the way.
And her son came into the world.
At home in Brooklyn.
Afterwards, I was exhausted. So much had happened. So much I was still feeling.
The first thing I did was call my mama.
To thank her for bringing me into the world.
Now that she’s gone, I’m so grateful I made that call.
I’ve shared the story and photographs in my Journal — the next chapter of a journey that began with a stranger on the subway.
You can read it here. ♡
https://michelesennesael.squarespace.com/doula