Aelfgyva, what a wonderful story!
My belief in reincarnation has only strengthened my opinion that abortion should be legal, safe, and rare.
I remember planning parts of my life in advance. These memories have clearly shown me that, at least in my family, choice is always involved. I can only assume that everyone else has the same opportunities. The mother chooses the child, the child chooses the parents, and sometimes, one party or the other changes their mind . . . even at the eleventh hour.
My first child waited until the 4th month of pregnancy to enter her body. It was a scary, awesome, earth-shaking moment that I simply could not explain away as 'just my imagination.' It really happened. And yet, it is impossible for me to explain to someone else what occurred. Saying that there was an energy in the room that built and built, followed by a pause, like someone about to jump off a cliff, and then a sort-of snuggle and unspoken appology, does not do that moment justice. Afterwards, I simply had to have a glass of milk.
My oldest is now 8. She is crazy about milk. Coincidence? Possibly . . . but I don't think so.
My second child, Emily, had been checking-in on the family periodically when I became pregnant with her, but she only attached to her new body at the 5th month.
My third child was supposed to be a boy, according to his pre-life discussions with me in Bardo. That pregnacy resulted in a blighted ovum, so essentially, conception occurred, but no child grew. I had some dreams that gave me clues as to what might have happened to him. It has at least given me closure, even if it is just a figment of my own imagination. I miss this boy I never had, but I wish him well. If his parents are not good to him, they will one day have to answer to me.
Incidentally, I had an abortion to end this pregnancy. The anti-abortion lobby, in my opinion, does not really consider real-life senarios like mine when they try to outlaw abortion with a broad brush. What was I supposed to do, have a misscarriage at work? Not work for weeks while I waited for the inevitable to occur? What if it took more than a few weeks? Should I have waited until my life was in danger? Then I would have had to pay for an extended hospital stay on top of everything else. Of one thing, I am certain. My boy did not care if I had an abortion. He had already chosen someone else.
I have no idea when my third child joined her body. She may have been there at conception. I simply don't know. I have a harder time getting a read on her than on her siblings. She seems to have spent more of her past lives with my husband than with me. That said, at almost 2 she is a delight. I can't wait to see what nuggets from her past lives slip out!