Misselle44
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I wanted to share my experience in the hopes that it might help someone else who had lost their precious baby.
Last Sunday night (two days before we found out the baby had died) I woke up in the night and discovered that I had a tiny bit of blood, but it had an external source (rather than from an area that would indicate anything was wrong with the baby). It was enough to scare me though, and it took me some time to calm down. When I finally had fallen asleep, I dreamed about my little girl inside me. She was beautiful, just like my two beautiful girls I have already, with my youngest daughter's curly hair, except darker. I loved her instantly. In the dream, she appeared to be 4 or 5. She looked like she was dressed up for Easter with a pretty white dress. We were standing by a lake on a gorgeous sunny day, and she was holding my hand. She turned to me and said (in an oddly mature way) "don't you worry about me, Mama. I will be okay." Then we started walking down a path and we came up on someone else, and she took his hand and walked away from me. I don't want to speculate on who that someone is, but in context, I have my ideas (in retrospect).
I interpeted that dream as meaning she would be okay here rather than what was probably the correct interpretation.
The doctor said she probably died on Sunday or Monday.
It was only a dream, but I know it was also more than that. What a gift to know her, even for a short time. It is comforting, but so, so sad. I can only hope that I do see her again one day, and hope that you all see your precious angels again one day too.
Last Sunday night (two days before we found out the baby had died) I woke up in the night and discovered that I had a tiny bit of blood, but it had an external source (rather than from an area that would indicate anything was wrong with the baby). It was enough to scare me though, and it took me some time to calm down. When I finally had fallen asleep, I dreamed about my little girl inside me. She was beautiful, just like my two beautiful girls I have already, with my youngest daughter's curly hair, except darker. I loved her instantly. In the dream, she appeared to be 4 or 5. She looked like she was dressed up for Easter with a pretty white dress. We were standing by a lake on a gorgeous sunny day, and she was holding my hand. She turned to me and said (in an oddly mature way) "don't you worry about me, Mama. I will be okay." Then we started walking down a path and we came up on someone else, and she took his hand and walked away from me. I don't want to speculate on who that someone is, but in context, I have my ideas (in retrospect).
I interpeted that dream as meaning she would be okay here rather than what was probably the correct interpretation.
The doctor said she probably died on Sunday or Monday.
It was only a dream, but I know it was also more than that. What a gift to know her, even for a short time. It is comforting, but so, so sad. I can only hope that I do see her again one day, and hope that you all see your precious angels again one day too.