My heavenly baby
Our darling daughter still visits regularly… from the other side.
‘How are you doing?’ my friend Linda asked, as we sat in her living room sipping coffee.
I was pregnant with my third baby, but I had a worrying pain in my side.
‘Not well,’ I fretted. ‘I’m sure this baby won’t make it.’
‘Oh don’t say that,’ she scoffed.
The midwife and consultants at the hospital insisted the pain was nothing. But still the worry wouldn’t leave me.
Sure enough, my worst nightmare came true.
Just before I went in for a planned caesarean, the nurse checked my baby for a heartbeat – but there was only silence. My beautiful baby girl, who I called Dana, had died.
‘How could this happen?’ I sobbed.
Back home me, my husband Derek and our kids, Robert, six, and Leanne, seven, all cried together.
We had each other but I felt so alone. No-one had sent us flowers. ‘Why?’ I whispered.
That night, I fell asleep exhausted, only to be woken in the early hours by a ghostly nurse at the side of my bed. She was cradling a baby. Dana!
Smiling, she gently laid her next to me. Snuggling up, we fell asleep together. By morning, she was gone but I knew that spirits were looking after her for me.
They’d listened to my plea, too. Later that day so many flowers arrived at the house that I didn’t have enough vases to put them all in!
A year later, I had a gorgeous baby girl Bethaney, but I never stopped thinking about Dana. I longed to see her again.
Then a couple of years later, I was lying in bed one morning when the mattress began to move. It was as though a toddler was cheekily jumping up and down on the bed.
‘Dana, is that you?’ I croaked.
I knew spirits had brought her to me. I hoped I’d see her again – and three years later when she would have been six, I woke one morning to see a dark-haired child at the end of my bed.
Gliding over to me, she gently kissed me on the cheek.
‘I love you, Mum,’ she smiled.
I tried to shake Derek awake, but just as he began to stir, Dana’s ghost melted into thin air.
‘Dana was here!’ I gasped.
Derek confessed he thought he’d seen her down at our local park wearing a red coat. Amazingly, soon after, my friend Julie had a dream about Dana in which she was wearing a red coat, too.
Since them Dana has come to me through mediums.
She’d be 31 now and regularly speaks to me at my local Spiritualist church in Otley, West Yorkshire.
Her favourite flower is a daisy and I’m always getting sent birthday cards with them on, which I know is her influence. It would be lovely to see how she looks now she’s all grown up. I hope that day comes soon.