I want to start sharing stories about my experiences seeing, hearing and feeling. This story is about when my youngest was born.
When I was 25 years old I had my second son. He was born c-section because he never turned inside of me, he wanted to come out walking. I remember thinking when the doctor examined me oh good this will be easy! Boy was I ever wrong. Not a good way to have a baby.
At the time we had a waterbed and there was no way I could get out of that bed with my stomach feeling like I got kick by the entire football team. So my husband set up a bed in my baby's room.
I was pretty much out of commission for the next 2 weeks after my son was born. I was so uncomfortable and took nothing for the pain. I was even uncomfortable nursing him. One early morning around 4am I laid sleeping in his room and he laid next to the bed in the bassinet when a visitor came to see us.
I remember being sound asleep and waking up to a bright light entering my room and I sat straight up (that kinda shocked me because my stomach hurt so much) and I spoke to the woman standing next to the bassinet. I wasn't afraid I knew it was Jason's grandmother coming to visit him. I said he is your grandson, his name is Jason. She looked up at me and was gone.
Her name is Agatha Roysdon, she died before I ever got to meet her. But sometimes since that early morning when she came to see her grandson I sense her in my house.
Do you sense spirits?
A year later on Jason's 1st birthday we took our children to Chucky Cheese to celebrate his birthday. There were balloons in Jason's room and had been there probably for a few days after we had gone to Chucky Cheese. My husband and I were in the front room watching tv that evening when I mentioned his mother coming to visit a year ago. Well he never believed it and I told him it didn't matter that I knew she did. When the balloon in Jason's room popped! It startled us both. I looked at my husband with a surprised look and said see she wants you to know she did! He scientifically reasoned to me why that balloon popped. The condensation of the cold window, blah blah.
My husband now believes his mom is around here and I have communicated with her. There is no way I would know stuff about my husband when he was little or about her that he never told me.
I love knowing as a spirit we continue!