born November 10, 2005

After 7 years of trying to start a family, and one miscarriage at 12 weeks, we got the news we would be expecting again, due November 23, 2005. The pregnancy was up and down due to some complications I was going through. Nothing too serious. I was at work on November 9th and not feeling the best, and had noticed my baby hadn't been real active. I had been told that the baby would start to settle down the closer we got to the due date. So I wasn't extremely worried. I went to the local clinic just to have my mind eased of worries. Instead my mind was far from being eased--I got the worst news ever. My baby was gone! I requested a C-section to try and save my baby, but the doctor said it had been too long. I was alone! My husband was out of town working and my family lives about 150 miles away. Who would I call? Who would tell me that it was not true?

I hesitated to call my husband just because I knew how much the previous miscarriage tore him to pieces, and I knew he would drive 100 mph to get here, and I didn't want to lose another loved one. A drive that should have taken him 3 hours took him only 2. During the time I was waiting for him, he called our local bishopric to come and give me a blessing, which they did, and I believe that is how I stayed strong. I had to be strong for my husband. I also made a call to my mother so that she could contact my sisters and meet us at the hospital. When my husband showed up the bishopric also gave him a blessing. Then we were on our way to the hospital.

An hour later we showed up. There to greet us at the doors were our families, along with our doctor. We had such great support. My son was born November 10th, 2005 at 1:18. He weighed 6 lbs 13 oz and was 21 inches long. He had tons of jet black hair and was so beautiful. While our families were together, we decided to give our son a name and a blessing in room. Dayson is our iron rod and beacon of light.

Others say how strong I am. I don't think I am strong, I just know it's the blessings I have received and the truth of the gospel I have, that others might not, that helps me to rise out of bed each morning. I know that my husband and I sat with Dayson in the preexistence and were fully aware of this trial. I know I agreed to give Dayson his body and that he was chosen to stay with Jesus for this time. I have a testimony of Jesus and the atonement. What love Jesus has for all of us, and because of his sacrifice we will once again be united with our babies. I can't wait for the day when my Heavenly Father hands over my son and says, "Well done."

Just 4 hours after I delivered Dayson, my husband and I were allowed to transport my son to Richfield, where we would have funeral services. It was great--we were able to have time with our son and talk as if he was alive. I held him in my arms for the hour-long drive. My husband is amazing. He put together the program and services for Dayson. I know Dayson was pleased with the family and friends who supported us and attended his grave side services. There are days I wish I had done things different, but that is being selfish. I wouldn't want to mess with God's eternal plan for Dayson, and if it meant to keep a hold of him this way for now, then I need to be ok with that.

Dayson's due date was November 23, 2005 the day I would turn 29 years old. I will never forget my 29th birthday. We were staying with my parents for the Thanksgiving holiday, and around 3 am, there was a small child in my room. I didn't see the child--but it was a young child's voice that said, "Mom." I woke up to see no one around. I then went back to sleep again. "Mom," I heard again. I arose out of my bed and into the living room where my husband was sleeping, and no small child was in there. Then I listened for my 10 year old brother who was upstairs--he was fast asleep.

I know Dayson came to me on my 29th birthday. I don't know what he was going to tell me, but I do know I heard his voice, which was the voice of a young child. When Dayson was born he had a manly stature about him. He didn't come across to me that night as a baby but as a young boy. It's difficult to explain. I wish I could have had a conversation with Dayson that night but I do know he came to me on November 23, his due date, and my birthday. It was the best Birthday I have had in 29 years.

Taleana Virostko

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