IT WAS ALL A DREAM?
I had never thought that I would be able to have children, so when the doctor came in and said, "Congratulations are in order, Mrs. Sullivan, you're going to be a mother." My jaw hit the floor.
My husband and I had been told that we could never have children without extensive fertility treatments and possibly not even then. I had a rare condition that caused my uterus to be turned the wrong way. Needless to say, my husband and I were thrilled.
We waited 3 months before we told our families about the pregnancy, wanting to be sure I wouldn't lose the baby. Our families were thrilled. This would be my mother's first grandchild, given that I was an only child.
I was told by doctors that I would most like have to have a caesarean. I was completely okay with this. Any way to get this child into the world would be a miracle to me. At 5 months, we found out that we were having a boy. A very healthy boy.
My mother threw my baby shower and we got so much baby clothes and baby accessories that we knew we couldn't possibly use it all, but we were just so thrilled about the baby that we put it all up and decided to go through it after he arrived.
I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy 8lb 4.6oz baby boy. He was perfect. He hardly ever cried. Our families spoiled him and I have to admit that we did as well. He was amazing. He crawled at 3 months, walked at 10 months. The only odd thing was that he never made any baby sounds. He never tried to say "mama" or "dada". He never cooed or giggled. He smiled plenty, but never laughed.
The doctors said that all babies do things differently and to not be worried, he would do these things in his own time. His first birthday came and we had a big party. He crammed cake in his mouth and smeared it in his hair. He smiled for all the pictures and videos. Never made a sound. Not even a whimper when he got sleepy. He fell asleep in his highchair. All of this was normal for him. He was our little saint.
He passed the 18 month mark a few days ago. Yesterday morning, I heard him making sounds in his room. When I came in, he was pointing at his window saying something that sounded like "zybloo, badop maga allaza gadool." I was just happy he wasn't silent anymore and thought that he was just making baby sounds at last. I was proven wrong last night.
I heard a crash from his room and I shook my husband awake, so that we could investigate the noise. Neither of us could have been prepared for what we witnessed.
The window was open and the curtains were billowing in the wind. Above our son was a small, circular, swirling ball about the size of a softball. As we watched, it grew in size and it began to glow and pulsate. Our son was speaking to it in the same gibberish he had spoke in the other morning. As he spoke, the pulsations grew faster and the orb grew in size until it was as big as he was. The same gibberish began coming from the orb, now the size of a toddler.
Our son turned to us, and in plain, perfect English, he said "I want to thank you for the privilege of your womb, the generosity you have shown to me is overwhelming. I am the Emperor Gadool. To be reborn, I had to have a host and you, having never had spawn of your own, were perfect for my needs. I never expected to be treated with such care. Before I return to my world, my dimension, I will make something right for you. Your womb shall be ripe from this day forward. You shall see us no more. No one but you will remember that you hosted me. I am truly regretful to leave such a kind host. Please, do not be troubled. You shall be joyful, quite soon." With that, he disappeared.
I awoke this morning and I look as if I am at the very least 7 months pregnant. My phone says it is the day of my baby shower. 2 years ago. It must all have been a dream. None of that could have been real. I can remember it all, however, I can also remember this entire pregnancy. I'm having girl. It had to have been a dream.
By Jessica M Caldwell
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