August 6, 2014.  I was already four days past my due date.  Three weeks earlier, my OB-GYN said I had started dilating and was 1-2 centimeters.  I started telling close friends I could go into labor at any minute.  But here I was…on this Tuesday morning…41 weeks pregnant – and still roaming the streets.

The day before, I went in for the fun-filled cervix check.  My doc came in…“you’re still here???”  She rammed…I mean – checked my cervix…I was 4-5cm dilated.  But no signs of labor.  She scheduled me to be induced on that Friday.  I was upset.  I really didn’t want to be induced again…what’s the deal with my babies wanting to stay all cozied up in my womb?

I called my awesome doula, Na’imah Delpeche, to share the update.  Na’imah had been by my side during my first delivery – and she was one of the first calls I made when I found out I was pregnant again.  She suggested I book an induction massage and I was able to get her contact to come to my house the same day.  For two hours, she massaged my feet focusing on all the key pressure point areas that would help to naturally induce labor.  I was willing to try anything.  I even let my sister come over later that night with her special “Woosah oil” and rub my belly with it….I even fell for my husband’s pitch late that night.  “You know they say sex will help induce labor…maybe we can give it a shot? ” 41 weeks in…feeling like a whale…and super uncomfortable – sex was the last thing on my mind.  But at that point – I was willing to try it all.

Between the Woosah oil, induction massage and sex – I expected my water to break in the middle of the night.  I jumped up a few times, feeling the sheets, in hopes of finding a wet spot.  Nope…nothing.  I had a dentist appointment the next morning and I had enough people telling me I shouldn’t be driving at that point…so I asked Bob to take me.  But first, I wanted to grab breakfast at a local diner that I’ve been wanting to take him to.  I kissed Miss Bobbi (my 18 month old) good-bye and as I was leaving, I told our nanny that I was starting to feel funny…but I would be home right after the appointment.  And so begins the journey:

The night before going into labor, my sister came over and rubbed castor oil all over my belly.
The night before going into labor, my sister came over and rubbed her special blend of oils all over my belly. She calls it the “Woosah oil” made to help you go into full relaxation mode.


You would think having  a talented photographer as a husband would have its advantages…that’s not always so.  When Miss Bobbi was born, I kept begging my husband to shoot her newborn photos….three weeks went by before a shot was ever taken.  So when Amarii made his way into the world – I knew I wanted to capture the newness of him immediately, and I would just pay someone to get it done!  Erica Rodriquez had already been there to capture the birth of Amarii…and she also did my maternity shoot #2.  So it felt right to have her come shoot Amarii’s first photo shoot.  Since she was part of my husband photography team…he didn’t seem too offended when I broke the news to him. It also gave him a chance to be a part of the experience, instead of behind the lens.

For the shoot – we wanted to include Miss Bobbi and also take our first official family photo.  We did the shoot at home…some in our living room…some in our backyard…and some in our bedroom.  Amarii was 13 days new – so he was still in his sleepy stage – which is what we wanted for the shots.  It was clear that newborn shots are one of Erica’s speciality!  She was so patient and new exactly how to set up the shots to keep Amarii comfortable and quiet.  She also knew how to keep the big sis engaged and feel part of the process.


This past year has gone by way too fast…
It seems like yesterday that I was plugged up to machines and IV’s (sneaking M+M’s in my mouth)…counting down the moments that I would welcome our little girl into the world.  When they told me I was 9 centimeters – I burst into tears because I knew it was just a matter of time.  And I was scared.  Life would never be the same – and there was no going back.  That Monday, Feb 11, 2013 at 5:28PM – my life changed forever.  For so long, I struggled with what my purpose was on earth – and over the course of this year – it was revealed to me…and that was to become a MOM.  I was so scared and nervous of what it meant to become a MOM…the responsibilities, the decisions, no days off…and now I can’t imagine my life any different.  Even tho I always knew I wanted children, it was never something I daydreamed of – or put on my vision board.  But God had his own vision for me and I am so grateful that he chose ME to shepard the life of a little angel named Bobbi Elle Margaret Metelus. Life has new meaning for me and for that, I am eternally grateful.


This past week, we shot our first maternity shoot.  It was the perfect timing, being 7 months pregnant….I was still feeling good and wasn’t at the point where I was looking puffy and swollen!  Being that my husband is an awesome photographer…he is surronded by fellow awesome photographers – and we picked the right one to capture the mood and moments that will last long after the baby comes.  April Keogh, a NYC based photographer, was who we chose to do the shoot.  Knowing April personally, I knew she would make me feel and look beautiful.  April and I discussed what type of shots we wanted and we knew that we wanted to not only capture the maternal vibe…but also some sexy maternal shots! I pushed back on this when April suggested it – but with some coaxing – I agreed…and I loved it!!

In order to pull off the shots – I needed my glam squad…Karen Baez has done my hair for all my special moments and this was no different.  I also had to call in my guy Tray, to come hook up my face..I wanted to be flawless, so I needed all hands on deck!