u/RN_Pickle

On a Tuesday morning which happened to be my due date I woke up with an odd feeling. It was like every thing looked slightly different, more vibrant but also less defined. I knew it was time. I texted my husband who was at work (I knew it could take a very long time, I had no sense of urgency). He came home and by early afternoon the contractions were becoming painful and more frequent so we headed to the hospital. I was fully present the first 48-36 hours, it was that the final hours of my labor on Friday morning that something changed.

It had been days and despite maxing out the medication given during labor to move things along my son still had not arrived. At shift change the off going and on coming nurses came in. The on coming nurse was the one who admitted me days earlier. Her face was different though, she was concerned. As a nurse I then realized I was in trouble, drifting in and out of sleep, but fully conscious.

Something happened after she left the room. I felt this excruciating pain throughout my body, I remember calling out to my mom and her coming to my side and then everything went black and the pain consumed me.

Suddenly it went away. I had no more pain and I felt light, like I could move freely again for the first time in months (if you have been pregnant you know)

I opened my eyes and it was like I could see the hospital room I had been in but also this place I found myself in which was a room full of people (or I guess souls?). In the hospital room my mom was frantically calling for help and my husband stood still with a terrified look on his face.

But I looked around where I was. And then somebody saw me and said my name in an excited and surprised tone. I looked and then wanted me to come sit with them. They said to another “this is (my mother’s name)‘s daughter! You will get a real kick out of her.” Then I was asked what I was doing there, they weren’t expecting me this soon.

An uncle who passed when I was very young was introducing me to my grandfather who passed before I was born. We spent some time and then I was told it was time to go back. That I wasn’t supposed to be there yet and needed to return. It wasn’t one of them saying that. It was t even a voice, it came like a thought… but I didn’t want to leave. I tried to say no and the souls around me said not to worry, that it was so cool to have this time but I had to listen and that they would save me my spot for when it was my time to return.

I continued to try and argue that I didn’t need to go back, my son would be fine but the response was my mother couldn’t loose 2 daughters (at this time my sister was still alive but would pass not too long after). This argument was one I couldn’t dispute and the moment I agreed to return I heard my mother’s voice. She was asking if I was cold. I opened my eyes and saw the monitor what had a blood pressure of 73/35.

I didn’t tell anyone about this experience. 3 years later my grandmother was brought home on hospice. Within a day of her passing an uncle said “I wish your grandfather got to meet you, he would have gotten a kick out of you”

On a Tuesday morning which happened to be my due date I woke up with an odd feeling. It was like every thing looked slightly different, more vibrant but also less defined. I knew it was time. I texted my husband who was at work (I knew it could take a very long time, I had no sense of urgency). He came home and by early afternoon the contractions were becoming painful and more frequent so we headed to the hospital. I was fully present the first 48-36 hours, it was that the final hours of my labor on Friday morning that something changed.

It had been days and despite maxing out the medication given during labor to move things along my son still had not arrived. At shift change the off going and on coming nurses came in. The on coming nurse was the one who admitted me days earlier. Her face was different though, she was concerned. As a nurse I then realized I was in trouble, drifting in and out of sleep, but fully conscious.

Something happened after she left the room. I felt this excruciating pain throughout my body, I remember calling out to my mom and her coming to my side and then everything went black and the pain consumed me.

Suddenly it went away. I had no more pain and I felt light, like I could move freely again for the first time in months (if you have been pregnant you know)

I opened my eyes and it was like I could see the hospital room I had been in but also this place I found myself in which was a room full of people (or I guess souls?). In the hospital room my mom was frantically calling for help and my husband stood still with a terrified look on his face.

But I looked around where I was. And then somebody saw me and said my name in an excited and surprised tone. I looked and then wanted me to come sit with them. They said to another “this is (my mother’s name)‘s daughter! You will get a real kick out of her.” Then I was asked what I was doing there, they weren’t expecting me this soon.

An uncle who passed when I was very young was introducing me to my grandfather who passed before I was born. We spent some time and then I was told it was time to go back. That I wasn’t supposed to be there yet and needed to return. It wasn’t one of them saying that. It was t even a voice, it came like a thought… but I didn’t want to leave. I tried to say no and the souls around me said not to worry, that it was so cool to have this time but I had to listen and that they would save me my spot for when it was my time to return.

I continued to try and argue that I didn’t need to go back, my son would be fine but the response was my mother couldn’t loose 2 daughters (at this time my sister was still alive but would pass not too long after). This argument was one I couldn’t dispute and the moment I agreed to return I heard my mother’s voice. She was asking if I was cold. I opened my eyes and saw the monitor what had a blood pressure of 73/35.

I didn’t tell anyone about this experience. 3 years later my grandmother was brought home on hospice. Within a day of her passing an uncle said “I wish your grandfather got to meet you, he would have gotten a kick out of you”

On a Tuesday morning which happened to be my due date I woke up with an odd feeling. It was like every thing looked slightly different, more vibrant but also less defined. I knew it was time. I texted my husband who was at work (I knew it could take a very long time, I had no sense of urgency). He came home and by early afternoon the contractions were becoming painful and more frequent so we headed to the hospital. I was fully present the first 48-36 hours, it was that the final hours of my labor on Friday morning that something changed.

It had been days and despite maxing out the medication given during labor to move things along my son still had not arrived. At shift change the off going and on coming nurses came in. The on coming nurse was the one who admitted me days earlier. Her face was different though, she was concerned. As a nurse I then realized I was in trouble, drifting in and out of sleep, but fully conscious.

Something happened after she left the room. I felt this excruciating pain throughout my body, I remember calling out to my mom and her coming to my side and then everything went black and the pain consumed me.

Suddenly it went away. I had no more pain and I felt light, like I could move freely again for the first time in months (if you have been pregnant you know)

I opened my eyes and it was like I could see the hospital room I had been in but also this place I found myself in which was a room full of people (or I guess souls?). In the hospital room my mom was frantically calling for help and my husband stood still with a terrified look on his face.

But I looked around where I was. And then somebody saw me and said my name in an excited and surprised tone. I looked and then wanted me to come sit with them. They said to another “this is (my mother’s name)‘s daughter! You will get a real kick out of her.” Then I was asked what I was doing there, they weren’t expecting me this soon.

An uncle who passed when I was very young was introducing me to my grandfather who passed before I was born. We spent some time and then I was told it was time to go back. That I wasn’t supposed to be there yet and needed to return. It wasn’t one of them saying that. It was t even a voice, it came like a thought… but I didn’t want to leave. I tried to say no and the souls around me said not to worry, that it was so cool to have this time but I had to listen and that they would save me my spot for when it was my time to return.

I continued to try and argue that I didn’t need to go back, my son would be fine but the response was my mother couldn’t loose 2 daughters (at this time my sister was still alive but would pass not too long after). This argument was one I couldn’t dispute and the moment I agreed to return I heard my mother’s voice. She was asking if I was cold. I opened my eyes and saw the monitor what had a blood pressure of 73/35.

I didn’t tell anyone about this experience. 3 years later my grandmother was brought home on hospice. Within a day of her passing an uncle said “I wish your grandfather got to meet you, he would have gotten a kick out of you”