There is something so powerful about names.
When I found out I was having my son, I kept coming back to the Book of Romans. Every time I opened it, I felt comforted. Seen. Reminded that even in uncertainty, waiting, and healing — there was still hope. That is why I chose the name Roman.
My husband and I have been together since high school. My first boyfriend, my high school sweetheart. Our journey together has not always been smooth or perfect, but through every season, we have continued choosing each other. After years of trying for another baby with no luck, we truly started believing it just was not going to happen for us again.
With a 16, 13, and 8 year old already, life had settled into a completely different chapter. I had always set it in my heart that I wanted all my children before turning 35, so hearing my doctor call it a “geriatric pregnancy” felt emotional for me. It reminded me how close I had come to letting go of that dream altogether.
But somehow, through all the waiting, heartbreak, healing, and uncertainty, God still had different plans for our family.
One verse I held onto during pregnancy was Romans 12:12:
“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”
And Romans 8:18 reminded me that difficult seasons are never the end of the story:
“The pain that you’ve been feeling can’t compare to the joy that’s coming.”
His name carries so much meaning to me.
Roman — inspired by the Book of Romans and the reminder to keep faith through every season.
Makoa — a Hawaiian name meaning brave, fearless, and strong.
Pumehana — meaning warmth, affection, tenderness, and love.
Together, his name reminds me that even after hard seasons, warmth and light still find their way back to us.
I truly believe Roman is here in this specific season for a reason. I believe he is going to soften hearts, bring healing, strengthen love, and remind our family what truly matters. Sometimes babies arrive not only as blessings, but as reminders that hope still exists.
Chapter 4: Rainbow Baby is a reminder that healing is not linear, prayers are still heard, and sometimes the most beautiful blessings arrive after the hardest rain 🌈☀️
Sincerely,
Kris