Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1
I eventually married and had children myself and given my history I was very opened minded to the paranormal – though my then husband was a skeptic. This didn’t bother me, as I didn’t need any validation for my own experiences.
As far as my children were concerned I realized what a blank canvas they were ( as I had once been )and how open they are in their innocence to paranormal experiences – which they accept not as paranormal but as completely normal!
The first hint my son had any type of guides or spiritual friends came only days after his birth. I had had an extremely complicated delivery and had now developed a serious infection from which I was not recovering. My husband had already been given the ‘if she doesn’t improve in the next 48 hours we could loose her’ speech by the head doctor and that he should start a contingency plan in case the baby came home… and I didn’t.
Being so ill meant weeks felt like days, I was barely conscious most of the time and time seemed to move in slow motion. Every so often I would have a break in the clouds and the sun would shine through and I’d be relatively normal for an hour or two before slipping back into a semi-conscious state.
When I was conscious – all my worries were concentrated on my baby and was he OK. I was more worried about him than myself! I was in isolation where all the ‘serious cases’ were kept. I had already heard one family next door crying and sobbing – the long mournful cry of the woman left me in no doubt her baby hadn’t made it. What was to become of me and my baby?
My room was on the third floor and one side was ceiling to floor windows – in the distance I could see the cars on the highway and for weeks during the short periods I had been lucid, I had wished I was well and on that road, taking my baby home. This night I woke up lucid and ” with it ” which didn’t happen often and my ‘spidey sense’ was tingling. It was a full moon – clearly visible rising in the night sky outside my huge windows so that it lit up the whole room. It was so bright I could have read by the light.
My son was in his little clear plastic hospital crib in the middle of the room – off to the foot of my bed by about 12 – 15 feet. I was laying there so worried about my baby, that when I first glanced over at his crib and thought I saw something strange I was almost distracted. I had been so sick that I had already hallucinated at times, so I wasn’t taking what I was seeing very seriously. I understood I was extremely sick and I was just seeing things again… or was I?
My attention snapped back to the crib – my hallucinations had seemed real and were in colour – this looked unworldly and was opaque. Standing around my sons crib – were people – all looking down at the baby. There were two tall men with wide shoulders at his foot and feet and two smaller ladies with short curly hair either side. There wasn’t a lot of detail – they were see through and almost made of ‘fairy dust’ for want of a better description. They sparkled in the moonlight. I stared and stared and stared. I wasn’t scared of them, I just wondered who they were. I remember thinking my Dad had his back to me and my grandfather was the more muscular guy at the baby’s feet. I had no idea who the ladies were but I had no doubt they were family and meant to be there. I strained to glimpse features, particularly on the men, but it was all too ethereal… enough to know they were there but not enough to be too confrontational and just enough for me to process. But the message was instantaneous “we will look after the baby – you just need to get well.” Almost like an obedient child I acknowledged what I had been told and closed my eyes and had the first real refreshing sleep in weeks.
In the morning I woke lucid – which I hadn’t done since I had fallen ill – which permitted me to be conscious during the doctor’s rounds. This allowed me to convey a lot of specific information about my condition directly to the doctor – during which his face lit up with an instant recognition of my condition – he changed my medication immediately and I was out of hospital in three days… albeit a little weak and tired from my ordeal… but my son and I were much better for the helping hand and comfort of some family from the other side… or for the skeptics a medically induced hallucination (believe what you will).
Written by Jennifer Mills-Young, Copyright 2009
Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1 ~~ Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 11