Oh oh pick me pick me!
I would LOVE to photograph someone's birth.
No fanny shots or pouting rectums mind.
Just the highlights of the labour. The good bits. (like the look of bliss when mum's epidural starts working/the graceful lolling stoned slump that follows a dose of pethidine/the exciting purple cheeks and bulging eyes of second stage).
Actually, deadly serious, I so, so wish I'd taken more photos of labour. I treasure the one from dd's birth - me chuffing on gas and air and making hilarious deranged faces, completely unaware that my furry muff is on full display to everyone in the room. Happy days! 