Using minimal manipulation, I often envision life’s scenes in black and white before capturing them. My compositions create dreamlike moods influenced by personal reflection. In the hours following the labor that led to a chaotic frenzy to try to save my first-born, I felt as though time was standing completely still. Just floating in the disbelief that this is truly the reality. On the last day of our 40th week, loved ones came and went while my husband and I mourned the completely preventable loss of our perfectly healthy daughter, Finley Anna. The health professionals we had put our trust in had failed us.  In the midst of all the shock and trauma, I found myself alone with my stillborn baby peacefully sleeping in my arms. Enduring both mental and physical agony as I snuggled her. She filled my arms perfectly, resting just above my empty, deflating, stapled abdomen that had only hours before been full of life and potential. In that private moment I finally had with my daughter, I realized no matter the lifelong pain, I never wanted to forget this feeling. A dream worth sharing, I captured the love and awe a mother feels for her child filtered with layers of grief and pain that no words can ever fully describe.