Here I am pregnant, in a bed at Lenox Hill Hospital with pre-term labor. I had to stay there for a month so that my son, Henry, wouldn’t be born 4 months early.

His due date was June 12th.

I remember spending Valentine’s Day at the hospital. Hugh, who managed to stay strong throughout this ordeal, made me a beautiful valentine’s card that made me cry. And I guess he gave me a box of chocolates. Or someone did.

That was one of the most stressful times of my life. I thought Henry might not survive. I was under doctor’s orders to be calm and told not to laugh or cry. I wasn’t allowed to get out of bed, to stand. It was pretty awful. But staying calm was hardest of all.

CALM? How can you be calm in a situation like that?

I had so much love and support from Hugh, my family and friends. My parents, who divorced years before and were rarely in the same room together, were there day after day, side by side (able for the first time to overlook their own differences in the face of this emergency).

My sister, my cousins, my aunts, my friends, including one who figured out how to wash my hair while lying in bed, all rallied round. They brought food, books, magazines. Jamie gave me cassette tapes of his favorite ethnic music, another friend brought Creme Brulee from a French Bistro, still another gave me an adorable stuffed dog that sat on top of the hospital TV like a mascot.

My twin sister gave blood for me (just in case). At first she was told that she was too thin to give blood. While she was disappointed about not being able to give blood, she was THRILLED to be too thin. As I recall, they told her to go out and have a big meal and then come back.

She did end up giving blood for me and I was grateful.

The room was often full of people. It was actually kind of festive and fun. I got so many flowers from a Upper West Side flower shop called Surroundings, it was a lush garden on my windowsill, which had a diagonal view of Park Avenue.

I remember wanting to connect with the baby(I had just learned that he was a he) but I was afraid because I thought he might die.

A wise person told me: attach to the baby inside of you. If something does happen, you will deal with the loss then.

And so I did. I soared at the art of positive even magical thinking. And you know what? It worked!

Henry was born on his due date. The nurse screamed out “He’s cute.” Indeed, he was the most adorable– and beloved — baby in the world.

The day my step-dad died unexpectedly. I remember every detail so vividly but also can’t remember a thing. I tried to bargain with G*d. It didn’t work.

My 21st birthday…

I turned eighteen on this day. I don’t remember a thing about the day or where I was. Presumably in Cape Town.

Uff, a Kodak Instant Camera!!

Frank Spangenberg is distantly related to your 10th grade high school geometry teacher?

Sounds like a convoluted story!

Found out in July 2020, that the guy in the photo is distantly related to my 10th grade high school geometry teacher.

PYH出生在这一天

The day I was born!

The day I came into this world!

I was born this morning.

My beautiful wife was born on this day

I was born on this day

The day the my girlfriend was born, I love you Kath G.

The day I was born

My parents got married this day!

I was born this day in the middle of a war

This is me, Jamie, and Twin Art in the TA offices on Varick Street..back when SoHo was mostly artists and super sketchy after dark (very “After Hours”). He was a regular fixture there and a do-it-all filmmaker. He and Ken were the “bolex boys”, super creative lending skills to a lot of directors at the time. I think of this photo a lot, and come back here to look at it every once and a while. Sigh… I always wish I could have been “a creative” in NYC in the 70s. but the 80s, with the beginning of “video art” and computers was very special.

My birthday 🥺

This was the day I took birth too. Sometimes life do feel like you are stuck in a lift (Any closed space) with no one but yourself and there’s no escape. But i know it gets okay. 🙂

This is the day I was born. Hugh Crawford’s work reminds me of how precious life is. Death is terrifying, but inevitable. I hope I am able to show the people I love how much they mean to me while we share our lives together.

This is my birthday. I’m also a photographer/videographer. Also an introvert who loves their alone time. I came across this because I also shoot film (35mm and 120, Polaroid as well). A very lovely story of a lovely man. And this is honestly inspiring me to document the everyday life more. The little things that turn into cherrished memories. Much love from Washington, DC. All the best, Jas (@jsnchzphoto, @jsanchphoto_analog).

I was born on this day in North Wales, UK

También es de mi nacimiento.
Este hombre amable ha dado un tesoro.
Consideraré esta fotografía como un obsequio 😀 a honra de la luz y la vida.

该天的照片

My Date of Birth! Born at 3:30am. Sorry Mom haha x

Wow! My birth date. Amazing I share it with many people that appreciate this site. Hello birthday twins!

This is the day I was born! How crazy.

This is the day I did LSD for the first time.

The day I was born too.

On this day I was born. Ironically, I look a lot like the person pictured today.

the day I was born in Boston, Massachusetts

The day I turned 18

The day my brother Nick was born. Mom was in labor 24 hours!

This is New Years 1981 by 1 minute, it is Jamie, Pamela, myself and Tommy.
Pamela contacted me 40 years later to remind me it was her : ) !.

Hello fellow birthday buddies 🙂

This is my birthday and I married a guitar player too! 😍🙏🏽

The day I was born

I was born on this day.

Day I graduated highschool…

I am the person in the red shirt. We are on a trip to the USSR for a film shoot and this is Day 1 of many weeks to come. We are jet lagged.

How awesome to see what other people have memory of, on the day I was born too.

I was born on this day.
I’m really a fan of this project, and I would really want to do this on my instant camera as well. Day by day.

The day I was born. This is so interesting! I wonder what they were doing. Life is so strange, so many people are born and die every single day. And all of us are somehow still connected though we don’t know each other.

The day my husband was born. I’ve been intrigued by this incredible work of art for years now. I love these photos so much.

The day I was born!

I was born this day in Ontario, Canada

Me and my twinbrother Eric were born on this day.
what a life this man had.
It is profound that the ordinariness of it all is best and most special part.
and that would seems like self refuting idea, but is it?

Hello fellow birthday peeps 👋 I too was born on this day.

My birthday as well! This is an incredible memorial to a man. What a treat.