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Honouring the Past, Celebrating the Present, and Bringing Hope for the Future.
Ryleigh showed me the true meaning of a mother’s love and grief wrapped up in one. We had the healthiest of pregnancies, but at 40 weeks and 4 days, I was told his heart had stopped beating. I was 19 years old.
I delivered him naturally on December 4th, 2013, at 14:54pm. He weighed 7lb 12oz, was 52cm long, and had the most jet-black curly hair I had ever seen on a baby. He was actually perfect. He had the cutest little nose, the most beautiful mouth, and his skin was so soft. Having him placed upon me was the greatest feeling in the world—but no words can ever express how hard it was, holding your baby that you’ll never take home.
Losing my firstborn child due to an unexplained stillbirth is something that still, to this day, hits a nerve I didn’t even know existed. Nothing and no one can ever prepare you for that kind of heartbreak. But Ryleigh made me a mother—a special kind of mother. A mother of an angel.
When I found out I was expecting my Rainbow Baby, I was petrified. I needed and wanted another baby to help fill my aching arms, but I was so, so scared I’d lose another baby. I couldn’t get excited. I wanted to—more than people realise—but I was numb. I felt detached from my baby.
That was until I heard her heartbeat at one of my sonograms. Hearing a strong, healthy heartbeat was what my heart needed. Was I still scared? Oh, without a doubt. But I could finally begin to imagine a future with a living child. A sibling for the best big brother in heaven. A chance to finally be an earthside mummy—to buy things for her, to picture life with a child in my arms.
But it also felt bittersweet, because a part of me felt guilty for ‘moving on’ and sharing my heart with another child. But deep down, I knew Ryleigh sent her to me to help piece my broken heart back together, bit by bit.
Having my Rainbow Babies photographed by Baby Art Studios has meant more to me than words can describe. Seeing someone handle my precious rainbow babies with such care and grace is something I’ll never forget. Moments fly by so quickly, and knowing that I can pause time with a heartfelt photograph—that means everything.
Years later, I’ve gone on to have my two other babies photographed by Baby Art Studios. They know us so well that they are able to capture our full family unit—including Ryleigh. It’s never too much trouble to include a photograph of him, or my children’s special ‘Ryleigh Bear’.
To other parents who have experienced loss and are now expecting, or who have had their own Rainbow Baby, I just want to say this:
💛 It’s okay to feel whatever emotion is sitting on your chest.
💛 There is no right or wrong way to grieve while raising another child.
💛 Be kind to yourself. Be prepared for the good days, and soak them in.
💛 Understand you’ll have bad days, and that’s okay too. Just be patient.
💛 Allow someone to support you and your Rainbow Baby when you need it.
And most importantly—always speak your angel’s name around your Rainbow Baby.
For me, The Rainbow Baby Project brings comfort. It brings joy. It brings healing that, even years later, I still need.
When I had Ryleigh, I didn’t even know the term ‘Rainbow Baby’ existed. It wasn’t until later that I discovered its meaning—and the idea of my children being connected in some way through this word, this beautiful symbol of hope, brought me so much comfort.
These stories matter. People are afraid to speak out, but they shouldn’t be. Grief isn’t something to hide. Everyone experiences loss in their life, but not everyone will go through the death of a child. For those of us who do, we shouldn’t be made to feel like we can’t say our child’s name, like we can’t share our story.
I am proud of my boy, Ryleigh. He shaped me. He taught me to be grateful, to appreciate the small things in life, to love deeply.
My boy may have been StillBorn, but he was still born. ❤️Divider
My partner and I had always dreamed of having our own little family, but we never imagined just how tough that journey would be.
Over the years of trying, we suffered seven recurrent miscarriages. With each loss, hope slipped further away, and the pain became unbearable. Seeing others announce their pregnancies or cradle their newborns was incredibly difficult—I felt trapped in a cycle of grief and despair, convinced that we would never have a family of our own.
We went through endless tests, desperately searching for an answer. But after everything, we were told we fell into the “1% unlucky group.” There was nothing medically wrong with us—no clear explanation, no reason, and worst of all, nothing we could “fix.” It felt impossible to process.
When I became pregnant for the eighth time, I was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. For a moment, there was excitement, but almost instantly, fear took over. I had been here before. I had allowed myself to hope, only to have it taken away.
This time, we told ourselves: “Take one day at a time.”
I was prescribed progesterone to help maintain the pregnancy, but at just 5-6 weeks, I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum. The sickness was relentless. For three months, I was bed-bound, in and out of the hospital with severe dehydration. Every two weeks, I would have scans to check on the baby. Each time, I walked into the scan room terrified of what they might say, bracing myself for heartbreak. But every time, she was there—growing beautifully, defying the odds.
Despite the sickness, despite the fear, despite the past, she held on.
Throughout my entire pregnancy, I was on edge, unable to believe that I would actually get to meet my baby. But on June 18th, 2024, our beautiful daughter arrived safely, weighing 6lb 2oz. Words cannot express how much she is loved and how longed for she was.
From the moment we stepped into Baby Art Studios, we felt welcomed, understood, and cared for. Having my Rainbow Baby captured in maternity, newborn, and little sitters sessions has been an experience I will treasure forever. Every image holds so much meaning, and I am so grateful to have these memories to look back on.
To anyone walking this journey, to those who have experienced loss and are still waiting for their rainbow—don’t lose hope. Take each day as it comes, and hold on through the storm, because at the end of it, your rainbow might just be waiting.
For me, The Rainbow Baby Project is so important because talking about our babies, both those who are here and those we lost, matters. At first, I kept my grief inside. But after my fourth miscarriage, I knew I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. It eats away at you, slowly breaking you. The moment I started talking about my losses, I finally began the journey of self-healing.
Even now, I keep my baby’s memory alive. I take my little one into the garden, where her sister is buried beneath a special rose bush, and we talk to her. It’s our way of keeping her close, allowing her memory to bloom and spread joy just as she was meant to.
💛 My rainbow baby will always know about the storm that came before her, and she will always know the love that surrounds her.