Loving Caretaker
I have had a great many experiences with ghosts. For some reason I seem to attract them. The experience that is most precious to me is an experience I had with the ghost of my mother who crossed over 36 years ago.
I was pregnant with my son who is now 16 and had some complications, which resulted in an emergency c-section. I was rushed to the hospital in Baltimore hemorrhaging and fighting for my life and the life of my son. I arrived at Johns Hopkins University Hospital and a fetal monitor detected no heartbeat. I was rushed to surgery to stop the bleeding and to remove the baby.
When I woke up from surgery I learned from my very good friend that my baby was in the neonatal intensive care unit and that I was also in intensive care. She had told the nurses she was my sister.
As we were talking a woman came into my room and said that she needed to check my incision. She looked so much like my mother but I was in a drugged state and slipping in and out of consciousness, I couldn‘t speak to her. She was wearing a white nurse‘s uniform, blue sweater and paper hat. Her auburn hair was done up in a 1950‘s style.
She checked my incision and told me that no one had washed my legs. She went to the sink and brought back a tub and sponge and washed my legs. When she was finished she held my hand as I drifted in and out of consciousness. She told me that both my son and I would be all right, and left the room.
My friend told me that after she left me and the nurse she went to the NICU to see my son. She left my son‘s side crying because the nurses had told her that he had no heartbeat when he was born and he had a 50 percent chance of survival. The nurses in the ICU had just told her that they did not expect me to live through the night.
As she walked through the doors the same nurse who had entered my room was walking into the NICU and stopped her and hugged her and told her not to worry, that we would both be all right.
We were all right, and when my son was three months old we took a trip to my family home. I brought back a box of pictures from my childhood and was showing them to my friend. We went through many, laughing at the clothing, the hairstyles.
And then we got to my mother‘s nursing school graduation picture. My friend froze and asked me who was in the picture. I told her that it was my mother.
She broke out in goose bumps and said, ―She was there She washed your legs, she told me you and David would be okay.‖ And I knew it too. Her presence has always been with me. I have always felt her and knew that I would be all right.
I have had a great many experiences with ghosts. For some reason I seem to attract them. The experience that is most precious to me is an experience I had with the ghost of my mother who crossed over 36 years ago.
I was pregnant with my son who is now 16 and had some complications, which resulted in an emergency c-section. I was rushed to the hospital in Baltimore hemorrhaging and fighting for my life and the life of my son. I arrived at Johns Hopkins University Hospital and a fetal monitor detected no heartbeat. I was rushed to surgery to stop the bleeding and to remove the baby.
When I woke up from surgery I learned from my very good friend that my baby was in the neonatal intensive care unit and that I was also in intensive care. She had told the nurses she was my sister.
As we were talking a woman came into my room and said that she needed to check my incision. She looked so much like my mother but I was in a drugged state and slipping in and out of consciousness, I couldn‘t speak to her. She was wearing a white nurse‘s uniform, blue sweater and paper hat. Her auburn hair was done up in a 1950‘s style.
She checked my incision and told me that no one had washed my legs. She went to the sink and brought back a tub and sponge and washed my legs. When she was finished she held my hand as I drifted in and out of consciousness. She told me that both my son and I would be all right, and left the room.
My friend told me that after she left me and the nurse she went to the NICU to see my son. She left my son‘s side crying because the nurses had told her that he had no heartbeat when he was born and he had a 50 percent chance of survival. The nurses in the ICU had just told her that they did not expect me to live through the night.
As she walked through the doors the same nurse who had entered my room was walking into the NICU and stopped her and hugged her and told her not to worry, that we would both be all right.
We were all right, and when my son was three months old we took a trip to my family home. I brought back a box of pictures from my childhood and was showing them to my friend. We went through many, laughing at the clothing, the hairstyles.
And then we got to my mother‘s nursing school graduation picture. My friend froze and asked me who was in the picture. I told her that it was my mother.
She broke out in goose bumps and said, ―She was there She washed your legs, she told me you and David would be okay.‖ And I knew it too. Her presence has always been with me. I have always felt her and knew that I would be all right.
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