A long time ago, I had a child that was stillborn. I namedher Tina Jane, and I never got over losing her. Time went by, and I alwayswondered where she went or if she was happy.

The Story Of The Tiniest Hand

My memories and I go back, and I can hear laughing, and Ican feel someone gently touching me with energy, not my body, but my soul. Ican feel the love that surrounds me. I can feel the gentle patter of thevibration of someone's hand tapping the tummy of the person that is carryingme. My mother and I feel contented.

I can feel it when I am in different places because of thesmells. I can smell not with nothing other than vibrations. Remembering, mybody has never been out of the womb and will be solely recognised by vibrationsonly.

When a person is sick, I can feel the vibration and when aperson is happy. But the worst vibration of all is the vibration of sadness,like what is happening today. I feel sad, and I'm wondering what is going on. Icannot feel the gentle tapping anymore. I can only feel the grasping of fear,and I can hear the screams. 

This is the first time I have felt this type of vibration.And I don't understand this feeling. I have quite a quick mind. I know that Ifeel that there is something wrong.

I feel someone pressing very hard on the person that iscarrying me, the vibrations are getting too strong, and I don't seem to haveany control over them. For the movement, I will let my mind wander back intotime, and I will call out for help. 

Someone is telling me that I will close my eyes soon and Iwill not open them again, that I must not worry that there will be someonewaiting for me.

I asked what was going on. They tell me that the personcarrying me to the new world is dying and that she will only live for a fewmore moments.

My body starts to shake, and I don't understand thisfeeling. I feel a sharp pain; somebody is explaining to me that the person Icall mummy is passing away. They are trying to save her life, but I know theywill not be able to.   I will askpermission to stay with my mummy until the end. I am granted that permission.

I feel my body gently being lifted out and laid down on theside of the bed, and there is a lot of noise going on. I cannot open my eyes. Ihear someone screaming out, saying they cannot revive me

  I don't quiteunderstand. I can sense things around me, and I can hear people talking. Then Iheard someone ask could the baby be buried with my wife. 

It must have been a few days later when I was gently placedin my mummy's arms. I feel someone standing by her side. And then I feel mymummy picking me up and holding me tightly in her arms, kissing the top of myhead and telling me how much she loves me, telling me about all the things thatshe wanted me to experience.

I could feel the warmth of the energy, and I never wanted itto stop. There I heard a bell ringing; and music, and then I felt my mummy'sarms holding me even tighter. I felt the last kiss from her on my foreheadbefore the lights flashed.

I know that I will not be able to stay with my mummy.Because she had to go in another direction than mine, I knew that I would haveto wait a long time again before I would get the opportunity to be rebornagain.

Sometimes, things don't go as well as we hope they would.But we always remember the first time that someone held us in their arms andplaced a kiss on our forehead. We once again feel the heartache that they feel.But most of all, we will feel the love of a mother, even if it is only a short time.

 We feel andexperience everything while we are waiting to be born, and we all hope that weare born to someone who will love us for the rest of our lives. Please say aprayer for us to feel once more what we once had and remember thought alleternity. 

Stories from the other side told by Pam mccagh.