My Unborn Son
Casey Parrish, UK
My husband and I had been married for a while and had been trying desperately to have a baby. We had tried and tried, but, it was miscarriage after miscarriage. After trying for almost four years, we were ready to give up. However, soon after, our frustration was met with great joy because I found that I was pregnant again and the doctor said that this time, it should be successful. My husband and I were of course very excited about the news and made all the baby plans and shopping we needed.
My husband was a business man and had to leave on business trips frequently for three or four days at a time. When I was about four months along, he left to go on a business trip and I was at the house alone. I get into bed as usual and fall asleep. For no apparent reason, I wake up in the middle of the night(around 2am) and I'm sleeping on my side, and, I get that feeling like somebody is watching me, I turn to look and at the end of the bed, a man is standing at the foot of my bed looking right at me. I panic, hide my head under the covers and scream. I look up soon after to see if the man is still there. He is nowhere to be found at all.
Nothing happened after that and my husband comes back from his trip. I didn't say anything to him because I wasn't even sure of myself yet and what I saw. I just tried to let it go and move on with life. Well, sure enough, my husband goes on another business trip the next month and I'm terrified that history is going to repeat itself for me. He goes and I still say nothing to him about it, hoping inside that it doesn't happen again. Sure enough, it happened again and I am found awakened in the middle of the night by a man standing at the end of my bed looking at me, but, always leaves the minute he sees that he is frightening me.
Still not saying anything to my husband, I seek religious guidance and go to talk with my local bishop about what was happening to see if he could give me any advice. He told me he had a good feeling inside about the situation and that the spirit was not there to hurt me or scare me. Then what he said next shocked me! He said "if you see this man again, introduce yourself and offer him your hand, by this, you will know his intentions". I thought is sounded crazy, but, I trusted what he said and committed myself to doing it if it ever happened again.
About two months later, my husband leaves on another business trip and I'm alone in the house agian (by this time, almost 7 months pregnant). I go to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night agian. I slowly look over my shoulder to see if the man was there. He was and of course I naturally became terrified, but, I didn't scream or hide my head under the covers and I immediately recalled what my bishop said and what I committed myself to do, so, I took a deep breath, sat up in the bed, put my hand out and (at first) with eyes shut, in a completely terrified voice, told him my name and said, "I don't know who you are, but, please offer me your hand so that I may know your intentions".The man then said (in a very calming and comforting voice) "I cannot offer you my hand, for I have not yet received a mortal body. I am your unborn son. I came here to tell you that the boy you carry in you right now will not live long past child birth and I just wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity to recieve a mortal body". His voice was very calming and comforting and gave me a sense of peace with the whole situation.
I had the baby two months later and it passed away three weeks after child birth. Though it was hard, that experience made it easier for me to understand and feel some comfort during that time. I will always be grateful for having the chance to have met my unborn son.
My name is Casey Parrish and I'm not the woman portrayed in this story. It was told to me by this same bishop who worked with the woman in this story who have given me permission to present it on this web site. I portrayed the story from her point of view to make it more enjoyable to read and not so wordy.
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