October 2017. A month after my son left this earth, our softball family and friends went above and beyond for us. They put together the best softball benefit and fundraiser you could imagine. It seemed as if Everyone came together and demonstrated their support. They had raffles, merchandise, multiple teams entered, concessions, and lots of supporters. This day was full of love, support, comfort, and pain. Lots of pain. As much as I appreciated everyone showing us so much love, I would’ve much rather not have been the reason and the cause for such a benefit. The whole purpose of us being there, made my stomach, heart, and soul ache and shatter into million of pieces. I felt so much love and anger all at the same time.
Earlier in the day, I was in my closet getting ready to change when the grief wave hit me. It hit me like a thousand bricks plowing into my soul. I collapsed on the closet floor, screaming in agony. My son was gone. We were headed to a softball benefit in his honor. Why was this happening? Why me? Why my son? I didn’t want a fundraiser, a benefit, a get together. I wanted my son back. I felt like my heart was tearing out of my body. Everything hurt so much. At that moment, Rocky walked in. He picked me up and just held me. He cried with me, but mainly, just held me. We cried and held each other for several minutes. As we pulled away, in between sobs, wet tears, he said, “I think we need to have another son.” If my face wouldn’t of been covered in fluids from crying, I would’ve been able to see his face. I grabbed a towel, and as I dried my face, I tried to process what he had just said to me. Did I just hear him correctly? He wants us to do what? As I slowly started to catch my breath again from all the sobbing, I recall telling Rocky there was no way. “I’m not in the right state of mind right now to think. I can’t think about anything but the pain.” He said he really wanted to think about this idea. I solemnly walked away more perplexed and lost than before.
The day was filled with hugs, tears, melancholy conversations, more hugs and always tears. Rock and I were so grateful for everyone, but we were like some lost puppy dogs. We wandered around the fields helping, and yet, not really doing anything. All the while, hoping and praying this was just a nightmare.
Soon after, I began having my dreams. I kept dreaming of the name Raphael. I never would see anyone, I would just hear the name in my dreams. I had that name in my thoughts throughout the day. I decided to look up the name and it’s meaning. Raphael, means “God has Healed.” When I read those words, of course, I started bawling. The thought of having another child was real, and since Rock had brought it up that day, I kept praying about it. When I was in a fetal position hurled in pain, I’d ask God for guidance. During my Bible study sessions, I’d make that part of our prayer requests. I talked to Him on a daily regarding my husband’s recommendation, and if that was something He really wanted us to do. I NEEDED Him to talk to me. I wanted something from God. When the name became part of my dreams and thoughts, and then when I discovered the meaning, it was overwhelming. I felt Him answer me, even though I was reading it, it was almost as if I could “hear” Him whisper it to me. “God has Healed, Trust me and have this child.”
After that revelation, I decided to make an appointment with my OBGYN. After Pebs, I had tied my tubes. I needed to weigh out my options if we were going to be serious about having another child. My doctor shared with me some IVF options that would be the safest and most reliable option for us. She gave me a referral and hugged me longer and harder that day. She had delivered Pebs and was distraught about the news as well. My Pebs had made an impact on many, many people.
Our IVF appointment would be in 2018, but I wasn’t 100% convinced that God really wanted this for us. I was still angry, hurt, lost, basically still grieving. I always prayed about this because there was no going back if we decided to have another baby. Would I be the same mother? Would I be depressed and always compare them? Would I be a fearful mom? Scared of everything? Would I be obsessed with protecting him? I. Was. Scared. I was confused and so lost. I needed Him to guide me and help us with this decision. I kept searching. I typed in the name again. This time, I found a cite that gave more information than just the meaning of the name. When I saw everything that was associated with Raphael, I stopped for few seconds. I think I stopped breathing. I stared at my phone. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked up and wailed. I let it all out. I knew He had finally reached me. He had answered my prayers.
The color associated with the name Raphael is Green, the only color my Pebs was able to verbally tell me. We used green for our shirts, balloons, bracelets, during the funeral. The gemstone associated with Raphael was Moonstone. Moonstone. My Pebs, who loved to look for the moon during the day and night and would love to jump for it. The moon. I felt in that moment that I would try for another son. I knew that He had answered my prayers. He would bless this decision and would be with us throughout this new journey. Many people may think all of this was just a coincidence, the name and the color, the dreams, the name in my head, but I know God moves in mysterious ways. I questioned Him for a long time. I had many battles and angry conversations with Him. He knew my fears, concerns, questions, before I could even express them. He knew what we needed before we could even think of it. I can’t say I was ready, even when I knew that’s what God wanted of us, but I knew I needed to be obedient. The last thing I wanted was another baby, but God knew the plans of our life even when we didn’t. I didn’t trust it right away. I still had my doubts, but I always prayed about it. When I doubted and feared, He would show up with another miracle, another proof, that He was guiding us through these dark times.
Raphael. We started the IVF process in March of 2018. The egg retrieval process was done with no complications. I had a total of 23 eggs. 23. A number that my husband and daughter wear to play softball. This number now represents Pebs who loved watching his daddy and mana play ball. My Pebs, who loved spending his days and nights at the ballpark. The number twenty-three matters to us. A Lot. Once they fertilized the eggs, we had only 8 that matured correctly. We did the chromosome test on the 8 eggs, and 2 did not have the necessary number of chromosomes which meant, we had 6 fertilized eggs available. We did the genetic testing as well. Out of the six mature, healthy embryos, we had one male. Only one. That one was my Raphael. We were scheduled to do the egg transfer in June, but the lab had their semi annual inspection therefore, we had to wait until the following month. July 2018 was the egg transfer. In the room, with doctors, nurses, and Rocky present. I asked for us to pray. I had everyone in tears. I wanted God to know even though the doctor and nurses were doing the procedure, I needed Him to do the miracle. We needed His Holy Spirit to surround us with protection and for the transfer to be successful. August 2, 2018 we had a positive pregnancy test. September 4, 2018 we had a heartbeat. Raphael was alive.
The decision to have another son after we lost Pebs was not by human choice. God was in our hearts, our minds, our souls in order for Raphael to have been born. He knew I wasn’t ready. He knew that’s not a choice I would’ve made without Him showing me His plan. Raphael was God sent. Raphee has healed our hearts the only way God can heal. He was born 3-19-19. In an odd way, I find connections to everything since the tragedy. It might seem odd to you, but adding 3+1+9+1+9 is 23. Even his birth was a sign that he was meant to be born. He was meant to be here. He has a purpose. All of my fears, questions, concerns I had about him being born, about my parenting seemed to fade once I held him in my arms. I had God on my side, guiding me. If He needed Raphee here, then He would be with me every step of the way. I knew I wasn’t alone.
Raphee is now four. I’ve seen and witnessed God moving in him. He is very special. Not just because I’m his mom, but because there is something God is calling him to do. I have seen Raphee during prayer. I have heard him talk about his dreams. He has mentioned things that he shouldn’t even know about. He has talked about stuff that he isn’t supposed to know about regarding Pebs, and yet, he knows. It is very overwhelming just writing about it, but I know he is something special. I don’t know how or what, but Raphee is meant for this world for this time because of God. I can’t explain it but I will write about it someday. For now, Raphael, a name that means “God has Healed” was just a name. It was just a thought, but God allowed His love and power to shine through all the negative thoughts, fears, and doubts. He created a way for us to see His plan, and guided us to be obedient. Raphee is here not because of modern science, but because we trusted in Him, believed in what He was revealing to us, and were faithful to His plan.
“For with God nothing shall be impossible. ”
Luke 1:37
“Even through the experience of this pain, I am grateful for the intensity of my love for the one I have lost.”
Martha W. Hickman
Pebble's Pond 