Providing the gift of remembrance portraits to parents experiencing the death of a baby.
Families
We journey together and are here to aid you in your healing, bring hope to your future, and honor your precious baby. No matter if your baby has been recently diagnosed with a life-limiting condition, or if you lost your baby years ago, we have helpful information for you here.
Photographers
You will find fulfillment by lending your talent to parents experiencing the loss of a baby. This service turns a hidden pain into a beautiful portrait; one that brings healing to a family, awareness to a community, and a sense of honor to you.
Medical
As one of the few people who see and hold these precious babies, you are able to offer an intimate portrait session and the treasured gift of heirloom portraits to bereaved parents. Find out how NILMDTS unites with medical providers to help families in their healing journey.
About Us
We offer parents experiencing the loss of a baby the complimentary gift of professional portraiture. Through an intimate portrait session, photographers gift families with delicately retouched black and white heirloom portraits.
“That night was the worst night of my life. But when I look at the images, I am not reminded of my worst night. I’m reminded of the beauty and blessings he brought.”
Cheryl Haggard, Maddux’s mother and co-founder of NILMDTS
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“I can attest to the healing power of NILMDTS portraiture. I see my son every day because of an amazing volunteer photographer. Now, it is an honor to be able to capture the most important moments of undying love for other families.”
Ali Furtwangler, Affiliated Photographer
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The babies that came after you are the rainbows,
But you were not the storm.
Though, there was a storm.
I felt it, with the wind howling, every time I had to remind someone I had a son.
It was there, with the crashing waves every time I reached for you and you were not there.
I would sit in stillness, letting the pouring rain beat against my cheeks, as I pondered how I could pos […]