09-22-2011, 12:16 PM
Interesting story about your birth. I've had something similar with my own (though not nearly as beautiful).
The only thing my Mother has ever wanted growing up was to have children, and raise them lovingly. This was her only aspiration.
Her first child unfortunately died from complications at birth. (He survived the delivery, though had breathing difficulties, had to be hooked up to a breathing machine, and eventually passed away shortly after.)
From what I'm told, after this, my mother had lost the will to live. My father was desperately worried that she'd let herself die, as she would plainly state on a daily basis. She felt the only thing she had ever wanted was taken away from her at the first sight of it.
She stopped eating, stopped caring, and this went on for quite some time.
I'm not told every detail of this period of my parent's life (I don't feel like it's my place to ask about these dark times).
Anyway, i'm assuming my mother eventually got over this severe pain, because years later they had my sister, who still lives to this day. Then my 2 older brothers came in turn as well.
(I'd like to point out at this time that none of my siblings were born in an actual delivery room, save for the first child who did not survive [one was born at home in the kitchen, another at home by the stairs, and the other in a hallway at the hospital]).
Each of my siblings were born in different areas. (one in Ontario[CA], one in Tennesse[US], and the other I believe somewhere in south of Quebec[Ca]).
When my mother was pregnant with me, (I'll make this part short as this is usually the lenghty part when i tell this story) there was a long period of back-and-forth visits to doctors, who each told a different story.
One would say she was not pregnant, but had a tumor.
Another would say she IS pregnant, no tumor.
And others would say that she IS pregnant, AND has a tumor.
Needless to say, after 3 successful births, combined with the risk of carrying a child while allowing a tumor to grow, my father was opting for an operation (in which case doctors made it clear that the child [namely myself] would likely not survive this operation, but it was the only way to remove the tumor safely).
My mother however, could never have accepted this. She would NOT lose another child, even if her own life was on the line, and the birth wasn't likely to be successful either.
So per my mother's decision, she went on with the pregnancy, gave birth to a healthy Me, and the tumor was successfully removed post-birth with little to no complications. (tumor never returned).
Here is the interesting part: I was born in the same hospital as my mother's first son (who died at birth), and delivered by the same doctor. It's almost as if this was a 2nd chance.
However, I do not believe that I am the reincarnation of this first child. In my case, I whole-heartedly believe that the first child (Patrick), was his own individual person, who for some reason had decided to provide our family with this catalyst for experience, which resulted in much pain at the time, though again much hope and rejoyment at my own birth.
I feel that this first child, my brother, still watches over me today. And I have felt this presence at times. I have even seen a friendly face in my mind. A familiar face, with a smile. Someone I had not met in this life, and yet, we were very close to each other, and I had very detailed image of his face. It was not imagined from other sources, it just seemed genuine. (I found it interesting that he wore glasses. ^_^ Both my parents, and my older sister and I have vision problems, though only my parents wear glasses at times)
I have also been told by psychics that a "Brother-figure" is watching over me at all times. I had originally interpreted this as my first Dog Whiskey (whom I perceived as a real brother, still to this day), though i see now that it could easily be my first big brother, keeping an eye over us. ^_^
Just wanted to share this. (this is my 1st post here).
Thank you for hearing me out, feels good to share.
The only thing my Mother has ever wanted growing up was to have children, and raise them lovingly. This was her only aspiration.
Her first child unfortunately died from complications at birth. (He survived the delivery, though had breathing difficulties, had to be hooked up to a breathing machine, and eventually passed away shortly after.)
From what I'm told, after this, my mother had lost the will to live. My father was desperately worried that she'd let herself die, as she would plainly state on a daily basis. She felt the only thing she had ever wanted was taken away from her at the first sight of it.
She stopped eating, stopped caring, and this went on for quite some time.
I'm not told every detail of this period of my parent's life (I don't feel like it's my place to ask about these dark times).
Anyway, i'm assuming my mother eventually got over this severe pain, because years later they had my sister, who still lives to this day. Then my 2 older brothers came in turn as well.
(I'd like to point out at this time that none of my siblings were born in an actual delivery room, save for the first child who did not survive [one was born at home in the kitchen, another at home by the stairs, and the other in a hallway at the hospital]).
Each of my siblings were born in different areas. (one in Ontario[CA], one in Tennesse[US], and the other I believe somewhere in south of Quebec[Ca]).
When my mother was pregnant with me, (I'll make this part short as this is usually the lenghty part when i tell this story) there was a long period of back-and-forth visits to doctors, who each told a different story.
One would say she was not pregnant, but had a tumor.
Another would say she IS pregnant, no tumor.
And others would say that she IS pregnant, AND has a tumor.
Needless to say, after 3 successful births, combined with the risk of carrying a child while allowing a tumor to grow, my father was opting for an operation (in which case doctors made it clear that the child [namely myself] would likely not survive this operation, but it was the only way to remove the tumor safely).
My mother however, could never have accepted this. She would NOT lose another child, even if her own life was on the line, and the birth wasn't likely to be successful either.
So per my mother's decision, she went on with the pregnancy, gave birth to a healthy Me, and the tumor was successfully removed post-birth with little to no complications. (tumor never returned).
Here is the interesting part: I was born in the same hospital as my mother's first son (who died at birth), and delivered by the same doctor. It's almost as if this was a 2nd chance.
However, I do not believe that I am the reincarnation of this first child. In my case, I whole-heartedly believe that the first child (Patrick), was his own individual person, who for some reason had decided to provide our family with this catalyst for experience, which resulted in much pain at the time, though again much hope and rejoyment at my own birth.
I feel that this first child, my brother, still watches over me today. And I have felt this presence at times. I have even seen a friendly face in my mind. A familiar face, with a smile. Someone I had not met in this life, and yet, we were very close to each other, and I had very detailed image of his face. It was not imagined from other sources, it just seemed genuine. (I found it interesting that he wore glasses. ^_^ Both my parents, and my older sister and I have vision problems, though only my parents wear glasses at times)
I have also been told by psychics that a "Brother-figure" is watching over me at all times. I had originally interpreted this as my first Dog Whiskey (whom I perceived as a real brother, still to this day), though i see now that it could easily be my first big brother, keeping an eye over us. ^_^
Just wanted to share this. (this is my 1st post here).
Thank you for hearing me out, feels good to share.