My Little Miracle’s Story
By Rafaella Elias, “Little Miracle Creations”
The moment I held my son, Daniel, for the first time, the world around me disappeared. His tiny fingers curled around mine, his warm breath rested softly against my chest, and in that instant, my whole being filled with a love beyond words. This was everything I had dreamed of, cried for, ached for. Yet deep inside, a whisper lingered: Is this real? Is this my baby? Am I truly a mother?
Because for years, becoming a mother felt completely out of reach.
My professional life revolved around health. With a background in nutrition, health science, and epidemiology, I was always deeply committed to supporting others' wellbeing. But no textbook could have prepared me for the heartbreak that came with my own diagnoses: type 1 diabetes, hypothyroidism, and the one that broke me to pieces—infertility.
For a long time, I felt betrayed by my body. I judged it. I cried myself to sleep, begging for a different reality. I was stuck in survival mode, constantly asking myself what I had done wrong. But over time, something in me began to shift. I started to look for answers deeper, at the emotional and spiritual layers beneath it all. Healing, I came to understand, is never just physical. Our bodies respond not only to medicine and food, but to energy, to belief, to love, and to fear.
And in that realization, I found hope: the possibility that I could rewrite my story.
I turned to neuro-integrative therapy, emotional release, and deep mindset work. Slowly, I began to see how unprocessed trauma and unspoken emotions had been holding me back. I reconnected with my body, my femininity, my creative power instead of waiting for healing to come from outside and began cultivating it from within.
And when I finally decided to pursue IVF, I did it with full belief in my heart. I wrote letters to the soul of the baby I hoped to meet. I dreamed of my baby every second of the day and anchored myself in a deeper truth; that the universe responds to belief, to energy, and to love.
And then on my very first IVF cycle, Daniel arrived. My first little miracle. Years later, through that same journey and with the continuation of my inner work, we welcomed our second miracle, our son Jovian. My love didn't divide, it expanded equally between them.
But between Daniel and Jovian, there was one embryo who didn’t stay with us. On the day of the transfer, something felt off. I hadn’t prepared the same way. I didn’t feel the same connection, and deep down, I think my heart already knew. When the result came back negative, it hurt more than I expected. I grieved,not just the embryo, but the experience, and the part of me that felt I hadn’t connected the way I wanted to.
So I paused. I promised myself and the little soul still waiting for my warmth that I’d come back to full alignment before trying again.
I created space. I let myself feel and release. I returned to what grounds me: quiet moments, visualizing the baby I longed for, dreaming of Daniel being the sweetest big brother. That simple act of connecting with that unseen baby soul brought me peace. And when the time felt right, I returned again with trust in my heart and calmness in my soul.
These experiences taught me that the journey to motherhood goes far beyond biology; it's a path shaped by the heart and guided by inner knowing. By sharing my story, I hope to offer other women a sense of hope, healing, and the belief that their own miracles are possible too.
With love,
Rafaella Elias
@littlemiraclecreations
“Believe in your baby and in the mother you’re meant to be”
