In 1994 after working for a year to deal with the still birth of my 3 child, I became pregnant. I then found out what a truly high risk pregnancy is. I had to go to the doctor every 2 weeks from the day the strip turned striped. At last it was time for a ultrasound, I didn't want to look at the screen as the last time I'd had one it showed a dead baby and I was trying really hard not to freak out!! So my OB/GYN said, I'll look and then you can look when everything is okay.
Well everything wasn't ok. He said to go home, that he would be out of town over the weekend and if I started the miscarriage to call who ever was covering. That he didn't want me going through that alone at home. So on Sunday I started cramping, and I called the doc. But all I was doing was cramping. He told me if I started bleeding to call back. That night when I finally feel into a restless sleep, I was waiting for the "other shoe to fall". God gave me a personal tour of the nursery in heaven.
As we walked he held my hand and said, tell me Mary Ann what do you see? I answered incubators' rows and rows of incubator's. And inside each one is a baby; Standing next to each incubator where the families of each child. In one was a beautiful, dark haired little baby and I asked is that the baby Alice (my friend who's pregnancy ended in a tubular pregnacy at 4 months) was going to name Kathy? Who are those people. They look so famaliar? God told me, not with words, I just knew they where Alice's grandpa and grandma. I asked why are they here? God said, all of the babies who don't get born come here to the nursery to wait and grow until there mothers and Father's come home. I said don't they grow up, but he didn't answer, As we turned away I asked why did you show me this? He said, share it with Alice, and remember it. It is MY gift to YOU. As I turned and walked away I heard God yelling, Samantha Alice, my dead baby's name, stop pushing Kathy around in that and come back here! As a giggle sounded I woke up.
I drove over to Alice's house and shared the vision that God had given me with her. When I told her what the man and woman looked like she said, My grandmother Mary, and my Grandfather Joseph. That is just what they looked like.
The next day I started bleeding and cramping and the OB/GYN told me, that I wasn't going through the whole process to get to the hospital and he would do a DNC, he said , the lab work showed the baby was dead and had to come out. It was the day I would have been 12 weeks pregnant. As my pain management doctor, who agreed to be the anesthesiologist, his former field, had to start the anistelolastgsa. I told him about the tour of the nursery. He started crying and said that was beautiful. He had a tear in his eye as he put me to sleep. When I woke up my husband was there and said, they, my 2 doctors where talking about how blessed I was that God had showed me that.
I just wanted to share this.
God bless you, may you never need a tour of Heavens Nursery.
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