When I had my first child I had the experience of being out of my body and hovering above it attached to a thick cord. I could see myself on the bed and the doctor who was in a panic. I could also see the nurse and the instruments on a trolley in the corner of the room. The only way I could have seen the instrument was from the angle I was in. I would not have been able to see them from the bed.
I remember thinking it was wonderful to be free of that cumbersome body and not really caring what happened to it.
Then I started to tumble in blackness and began to feel frightened not knowing where I was going. I remember thinking, I have to get back inside my body and struggling.
don't know how, I was back inside my body.
I didn't see any light or any relatives
that had died while I was 'outside myself' but I will never forget the
experience and it made me think of death in a whole different way.
I knew I was not ready to go because I did not know in which direction to go. It was a thankful release from all the dreadful pain. I had never experienced pain like it. It seemed to shoot me off the bed and through three floors of the hospital, out through the roof and then down on to the bed again!!!!! I remember holding on to the bed and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
The next morning the doctor who delivered my little boy came and
apologized to me for "causing me all that pain". They had given me a drug to induce
labor and forgotten about me. (i.e. left me on my own until my husband dragged the doctor in.) It was horrendous.
It's not the sort of thing you talk about because people don't understand and often put you down as being crazy.
I went on to have another son who was delivered at home. No problem at all.
Mrs. Walters MSRSWALTERS@aol.com