I have a very personal story to tell. I haven't told many people but I feel like telling it now. After I had Jonathan, I was in the hospital for the usual 48 hours. I was feeling good and Cameron had gone back home to rest, probably, since there's no place for the husband to sleep. Anyway I was wide awake with nothing to do, just waiting while Jonathan slept. And a little girl came in the room to visit me. She said, "Don't forget about me." I said, "I won't." And she left. Now my physical eyes didn't see her, but I felt her come & go. And my spirit (or my mind, if you prefer) saw her, but not clearly. But I didn't imagine her. I wasn't dreaming or daydreaming. She was really there and spoke to my mind (or spirit). My physical ears didn't hear anything.

I wasn't bothered by her visiting because she was very comfortable and familiar to be with. I knew she was my future daughter. And I felt like she just wanted me to remember to have her too. I had just had my second boy. But I planned on having more kids and figured I'd have her soon enough. Surprisingly, I didn't think too much about it after that.

Fastforward 3 years and I was back in the hospital after having my third boy. Once again the baby was asleep and I was just sitting there waiting. And she came in my room again. This time my mind could see her a little better but only vaguely. She said, "Don't forget about me." I said, "I won't." She went over to look at the baby in his bed and then she left. I could tell she had very dark hair, very dark brown or black. It was hard to see her features but I got a general impression that she had round cheeks and was 6-9 years old.

After you have a baby, you're pretty worn out and extremely preoccupied with a very demanding little person. I honestly didn't think much more about her because I was planning on having at least one more child and figured that would be her.

Cameron & I had both wanted a little girl from the start. So when I found out I was pregnant with number 4, I was sure it would be a girl this time. But it wasn't. It was our cute, little Brian. At this point we had Robert in kindergarten for the second time, Jonathan in Pre-K, and Tyler was 1 1/2. We had our hands more than full! And we were sure we couldn't handle anymore kids! So when I was waiting in the hospital again after having Brian, I was sure the little girl wouldn't visit because we were finished having our kids. But she still came to visit me. It was all exactly the same as last time. She said, "Don't forget about me." I said, "I won't." She went over to see the new baby and then left.

I'm sorry to say that for a while I didn't think about her. But you don't think about more kids when you've got your hands so full as it is. Plus when Brian was around 9 or 10 months old, we were working on moving across the country.

About 6 months after our move, I suddenly remembered all about her. Brian was 2. I told Cameron about her. I don't think he really believed me. He wasn't at all interested in having anymore. And I think he felt I couldn't possibly be right about it. Still to this day, he doesn't really believe me. But there's nothing I can do about that. Someday she'll still be born. I just have to be patient. :)