My boyfriend and I have been together going on six years as of 2024. We’ve been through the worst and yet, the absolute best as of 2023, when our life forever changed due to our rainbow baby boy being born.

In 2020, I experienced my first miscarriage.

I hadn’t made it to an ultrasound yet, but I went to an OBGYN here in town where they confirmed the pregnancy test was positive. Shortly after, the same week, I heavily bled and knew what had happened. I had to be very early.

We tried for three years, and in November of 2022, I got pregnant again unexpectedly after thinking there had to be something wrong with us. The test was positive, and I set my appointment to come in at my local OBGYN. Excited beyond words, we went in not knowing our hearts would yet again be shattered hearing the words, “There is no heartbeat. “ I was supposed to be eight weeks, but the baby measured six weeks. Devastated and confused, I got a call with the results that my HCG had dropped and that my pregnancy was nonviable. A few weeks later, I experienced the horrific pain of yet another miscarriage. Soon after, I isolated myself, and my world turned dark. Hearing from others, “Some people can’t have kids,” I believed just that. Support from my boyfriend helped me stay positive in knowing we can always try again when we are ready.

Shortly after, a month later, unexpectedly without trying, something told me to take a test when I didn’t feel well.

My intuition just did that. And there it was. A positive test. My worst fear, but something my heart wanted badly. I then took another test, and both said positive. I cried just knowing I would have another miscarriage, expecting the absolute worst, not wanting to experience the physical and mental pain of losing another baby yet again. I set an appointment yet again at my local OBGYN. Due to it being a month apart, I was able to be seen very soon.

I hesitated at the ultrasound, with the words being in the back of my head that this baby, too, would have no heartbeat. But little did I know, I was six weeks with a heartbeat loud and clear. My heart turned warm that day with tears of joy, holding on but still not attaching myself.

Haylie pregnant on a beach - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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As the next appointments went by, every appointment was scary. I nearly cried just about every time. We had high hopes and kept our faith that everything would be okay. Throughout, our baby was thriving.

Haylie at her baby shower - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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Our son’s due date was November 2023, the same month I got pregnant with our last baby, who we lost in a short time. Not only that, but the due date was 11/11/23. Those numbers gave me hope that this was the one—a miracle, truly.

Haylie holding her baby shortly after birth - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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We officially met our baby boy on November 4th, 2023.

Newborn in a hospital basinet - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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Due to him being breech nearly the whole pregnancy, we met our rainbow baby sooner than expected. I was in total shock and excitement, with tears of joy. He is a miracle and a blessing. I found out during the surgery that I have a bicornuate uterus, which makes it hard to carry a pregnancy.

Baby on rainbow milestone blanket - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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We knew then his middle name had to be Chosen.

Haylie and her family at Christmas - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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Ky’air Chosen Brown is thriving.

Haylie holding her son - Chosen: A Rainbow Birth Story

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