I received this email from the Church recently. This article really spoke to me tonight, as I mentally prepare to meet with Rydon's plastic surgeon tomorrow. For the reasons this article so vividly points out, I am not and never was afraid to have a baby with a birth defect. I remember when the ultrasound technician showed me the cleft on her screen I wasn't scared. I remember thinking it was going to be okay, and we could deal with this trial in our lives. I think my testimony of my temple covenants, and the promise of eternity is what gave me such a strong base to begin this trial in my life. While I am extremely nervous for the consultation tomorrow, I am also extremely excited. I am very much looking forward to getting Rydon's lip and palate fixed so he can eat and develop like the rest of his siblings.
Grateful for Temple Covenants
By
Cari Florence
How could anything alleviate my sorrow when my unborn son
was dying?
When I was just 14 weeks pregnant
with our third child, doctors informed us that the baby would miscarry due to
complications with his lungs. That news was devastating: I felt heartbroken,
terrified, and uncertain of the future. That evening, my husband and I went to
the temple with heavy hearts and eyes full of tears. We needed answers,
guidance, and strength, and we knew that in the serenity of the temple we could
draw close to the Lord. We were astonished at the peace we felt in the
celestial room. I knew that even if this baby was not supposed to stay on
earth, all would be made right.
Later, on my knees I poured out my
soul to Heavenly Father. I told Him I understood that our son wasn’t supposed
to linger but that I desired some specific blessings, if possible. I also
promised that if my desires weren’t granted, I would not lose faith. I asked
that this child might stay with me longer—that he might live, even just a short
while, until all our family could hold him. The doctors had said that
if by some miracle our baby went full term, he would be born purple, but I
prayed that he would be born pink so that our other little boys wouldn’t be
afraid to hold their brother. I asked the Lord to let us remember our eternal
bond after the baby, whom we decided to name Brycen, was gone.
As the weeks went on, doctors
professed shock at baby Brycen’s progression but warned of his certain passing
after birth. I felt indescribable heartache, knowing that we would lose him, yet
I was also ecstatic that he was still growing. Carrying this son who would not
live was a continuous burden; I felt pain whenever others asked about our
baby’s gender or due date and I had to pretend that everything was normal. We
bought a monitor so we could check his heartbeat daily, always anxious to hear
that precious sound. My grief was severe. The Savior’s Atonement gained new
meaning for me: I finally understood from experience that Jesus
Christ not only suffered for my sins but also felt every sadness,
every pain. As my Savior, He truly carried the weight with me so I would never
be alone.
At 37 weeks I checked into the
hospital, knowing I was officially starting the time clock on Brycen’s life. It
was both terrifying and beautiful. The doctors reported that he might live
anywhere from 10 minutes to several days. Despite my fears, I felt the Lord’s
reassurance. Brycen Cade Florence was born on January 27, 2012. I sobbed the
moment he was born—pink, so handsome, so perfect.
Our boys rushed into the room to see
and hold their brother; we brought a photographer to capture the moment. Brycen
lived only 72 minutes, literally just long enough for each of us to hold and
love him. It was the only time we were all together as a family on this earth,
but it was everything we had dreamed. The boys couldn’t get enough of their
brother, kissing him, singing him songs, and begging to hold him. He even
remained long enough to receive a blessing from his father, something my
husband had hoped and prayed for.
As a family we have a testimony that
“the divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated
beyond the grave” and that temple ordinances and covenants allow “families to
be united eternally” (“The Family: A Proclamation to the World,” Liahona, Nov.
2010, 129). To us, having an eternal family is everything. The most beautiful
part of the gospel is that death will never separate us; we will continue our
journeys together.
Through this trial, I have come to
know that God is in the details. He cares about us individually. While trials
and difficulties will come, God can make them easier to bear. I am now more
grateful than ever for my temple sealing to my husband and that our children
were born in the covenant. Because of God’s beautiful plan for our families,
including the Savior’s infinite sacrifice, we can be together again. I often
wonder how I would have withstood this difficult trial without knowing that
eternal truth. I am beyond grateful for the testimony I have gained because of
Brycen’s short life—God has opened my eyes and heart more fully to His
blessings.
Comfort
for Parents
“Joseph
Smith taught the doctrine that the infant child that was laid away
in death would come up in the resurrection
as a child; and, pointing to the mother of a lifeless child, he said to her:
‘You will have the joy, the pleasure, and satisfaction of nurturing this child,
after its resurrection, until it reaches the full stature of its spirit.’ There
is restitution, there is growth, there is development, after the resurrection
from death. I love this truth. It speaks volumes of happiness, of joy and gratitude
to my soul.”
President Joseph F. Smith
(1838–1918), Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Joseph F. Smith
(1998), 132.
