A wonderful story on the moments before we are born

A wonderful story about the previous moments of birth, when we have the chance to see who our parents (mother, in this case) will be. Taken from the following website: http://www.nderf.org/NDERF/NDE_Exper...iend_other.htm.
This is the story:

"My friend and I met as school teachers at the same school, several years ago. She was pregnant when we met, and she chose me to be present at the birth of her child, because she was a single mother and afraid of being alone. It was a tremendous honor to be invited into the delivery room because, even though I have children of my own, it was a fascinating opportunity to see a birth without experiencing the pain myself!

My friend delivered a baby boy named Michael, and it was an incredible experience. I joked to her that I saw her son before she did! (I saw his head poking out before he was born and she didn't have a mirror to see for herself!)

Tragically, my friend passed away suddenly, just months after her son was born. He has been raised by her parents ever since. The boy now goes to the school where his mother and I taught, and this year he is in my 4th Grade class. It is with a heavy heart that I teach him each day. I have never told him that I was there for his birth because I didn't want the other students to think that he had special treatment, and I didn't want to upset him with thoughts of his mother. Perhaps his grandparents told him that I was there, but I'm not sure. He does know, however, that his mom and I were friends. (This makes sense because he knows that she used to teach at our school.)

Flash forward to last week, 9 and a half years after his birth and his mother's passing.

I was speaking with my class about our memories, for a poetry writing assignment. I asked them to think back to the earliest memories they have. Most students talked about Kindergarten, or perhaps day care, or vague memories of old toys, etc from when they were about 3-4 years old.

Michael put up his hand and said that he remembers watching everyone from up in the sky, and being in his mother's belly before he was born. He said that when he was waiting to be born, he was invisible and he was in my GREY car with me on the way to the hospital while I listened to the song "Winter Spring Summer or Fall." (This is what he called the song. He likely doesn't know the real name, and he probably hasn't heard it since ... but it was "You've Got a Friend" by James Taylor. I used to have the cassette tape in that car!!!)à This is bizarre because I did drive a grey car at that time and I haven't had once for the past 7 years (2 years after he was born). I can't imagine he even knows that song from today's radio music. My heart started to beat like crazy. How the heck would he know that? Even his grandparents wouldn't know that and his mom wouldn't have known that before she died. Even if somehow she did, he was only three months old when she passed. How would she tell him? I certainly never told her what song was on in my car on the way to the hospital so I can't explain this!

Michael said that he remembers me stopping for gas and asking the attendant for directions to the hospital (TRUE). He said that he wanted me for his mommy because he liked my voice when I was speaking to the attendant. ( I did stop for gas and I was kind of lost going to a rural hospital, so I asked for directions). Then he said that he remembers that the parking lot was partially closed for construction, so I had to park on a corner and run to the hospital. By this point my jaw was almost on the floor and the whole class was starting at me. I had never even told the class (or Michael) that I was at his birth. The class must have thought this was one crazy story.

Then Michael said the most incredible thing - He said that while his "real mom" was in labor, he asked God if I could be his mom because he knew that his "real mom" wouldn't survive very long, and he was afraid of being alone on Earth. Apparently he was told that he couldn't have me for his "real mom" but that everything would be OK and he would still get to be around me during his life.

Michael said that he kept begging for me to be his mother. He watched me go down the hallway from the birthing suite to the waiting lounge to make a phone call from a pay phone (true -- there was no cell signal in the hospital), and that while I was there I was very cold so I put on a sweater that someone else left on the waiting room chairs. By this point the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I hate to admit this, but I did find a nice warm cardigan in that waiting room and I put it on because I was so cold. I've never done anything like that before, but it was a small hospital and there were literally no other people in the labor ward and I waited to see if anyone would come to claim the sweater, and no one did. I was so cold! I put it on and ended up wearing it home (Shame on me, I know, I still feel guilty about that. I've felt so guilty that I never wore it again, especially because it reminds me of my friend who ended up passing away. Regardless, I have to mention it because I've never told anyone about taking someone else's sweater, and it's a huge part of this story!!!!

Michael concluded by saying that he watched me make the phone call and put on the other person's sweater, and that's the last thing he remembers. He was born about thirty minutes after I went to the lounge and made that phone call.

Later, I privately said to Michael, "Yes, I was at your birth. How did you know all of that stuff?" His grandparents weren't at the birth and there was literally no way he would have known any of that. How could he make it up? He said that it's easy, he just had to think back to his earliest memories. He asked me why I don't remember being born, too and he said "It's OK, my life did turn out OK.. so don't worry about not being my mom".

WOW.

I write this in all sincerity as my evidence that there must be some kind of heaven up there, if he could have memories of watching his birth and waiting to be born. I considered the idea that his mom speaks to him from the afterlife, and maybe she told him herself but how would she even know this information?".

I too remember my time just prior to being born. It is a story that I have only shared with one other person and they never asked any questions or even seem surprise by it. Consequently I have no idea if they think I am a bit off or they were frightened. I will think about posting here later.
Thanks for finding and sharing this story.
Richard

This is a great story, thanks so much for sharing! This truly warms my heart as it is a reminder that our souls are eternal and it is likely that our relationships are as well.

This reminds me of a story shared with me by my own mother, not as amazing but still a cool example of synchronicity. You see, she had a baby boy that was born on August 11, 1979 and died of SIDS about a week after his birth. She told me how she performed CPR all the way to the hospital but couldn't save him and when she returned home there was a baby deer lying on the front porch. The deer made intense eye contact and only got up and walked away after she was physically opening her front door. The deer kept looking back and watched her and this gave her a sense that things would turn out ok.

My mother soon became pregnant again although this was not her plan however I was born exactly one year later, on August 11, 1980. It is mother's feeling that I am the reincarnation of her first child and that her interaction with the baby deer gave her the feeling that her baby would come back when he was ready. Whether or not this is an accurate explanation, I must admit that I feel enormously lucky to be my mother's child. I couldn't imagine picking another individual as my mom.

Wow, that is an amazing story earthship, one you will treasure forever. Thank you so much for sharing it.

I have memories of my conception and being in the womb. I was in a place of great serenity but somehow I agreed to volunteer, and then eventually got to see "movies" of my potential parents which were at the bottom of what was like a well or broad telescope, except it was also interactive "TV". So I chose my parents, after getting their agreement through interaction at a soul level. Some time later the senior angelic beings gave me a strange kind of "potion" to "drink", that I believe corded me energetically to I think both my father's sperm and one of my mother's ova.

Soon it was like I was being carried away by a current that started small but became like a rushing river. I found it unbelievable, because it was carrying me to ever lower and less joyful levels, but somehow I couldn't stop that speedboat to get off. Next thing, intense pleasure (as distinct from pure joy), and I found myself flipping every few seconds between identifying with each of three things, and not knowing which I was supposed to identify with. One was my parents, making love. The second was an ovum, and the third was a particular sperm. The first was roughly a thousand times bigger than the second, and the ovum was about a thousand times the sperm.

Being born was the most nauseating and horrific experience, because such was the nature of the world I was entering. Especially since I had managed to mostly stay in bliss or joy while in the womb.

When I was in my late thirties I visited the town where I had been born, for the first time since our family had left it when I was one month old. About five or ten minutes before the train arrived at the town's station, it went past a village and I wanted to say: "Stop the train. This is where my parents lived." I seemed to see the village glowing with a bright golden light. I seemed to remember it, but more from an aerial view. It didn't seem to make sense that this was where they had lived, though, because I had always been told by my parents that they lived in that town, not in a nearby village.

I then got off the train and without seeking directions walked across the full length of the town in the shortest route to one of its five hospitals. This was the hospital furthest from the railway station, and was and is actually a military hospital that used to take civilian patients also. Somehow I knew that that was where I was born.

I returned home and phoned my mother, who was living in another city. I asked her which hospital I had been born in, and she said it was the military hospital, though no-one had told me this before. I asked exactly which part of that town they had lived in. She said it wasn't in the actual town, but in a village called Golden Grove, a number of kilometers from the town. And yes, the railway line went by it.

scarletfire- You have the same birthday as my son, August 11, 1980. After a two week heat wave where I lived with no air conditioning available, it was a beautiful day! I still think about that day and how wonderfully my life changed.He was my first child and only son, soon to be 34 years old. How time flies!

This is a very lovely story - just goes to show how things never happen by accident.
Thanks for sharing x

I got to be present at my granddaughter's birth, January 14, 2009. I was the first to hold her before putting her on my daughter's belly. I have an inner knowing that she chose my daughter but, also that she chose me. I've been with her in previous lives. I can't explain how I know, I just know. I don't get that feeling about my daughter. I think she was more linked to her father at a soul level.