In the year 2000, I was pregnant with a baby girl who was to be named Melody. Right from conception, I could tell that the baby loved music, as when I played music the baby would always kick and move about in my womb and this was also confirmed at every antenatal appointment.

A week prior to the baby’s expected delivery date (EDD), I had the scheduled antenatal appointment. That very day we were setting up the baby’s room with the cot and all the equipment. The baby also kicked that day about an hour before the appointment. We left everything we were doing and went to the GP for the appointment. When we got there they ran several tests and they discovered that the baby had no heart beat. They thought that maybe the test equipment was faulty, so they got a new set of equipment and re-ran the tests and also did several scans only to discover that the baby still had no heart beat. They still couldn’t believe it because they have always followed me up and checked on the baby consistently and then they called for the ambulance to take me to the hospital; at arrival at the hospital, they used more equipment to test the baby and discovered that the baby had passed away.

We were devastated about the news. We refused to believe that this was the case and tried to exercise faith and believe that the baby will be well. The doctor advised us to remove the baby, however, the baby stayed in my womb while my husband organised prayer every evening. The doctor gave us an appointment to come back in three days time and after the three days were over the doctor said that they will need to remove the baby as this was now an urgent matter.

Regardless of the doctors opinion, prayer still went on for around two weeks and during this time I was feeling sick and feverish and when I burped there was a terrible stench. On the baby’s delivery day, my husband told the doctor to handle the child as if the baby was alive and not dead and do everything to try and resuscitate the baby, the doctors complied. When they brought the baby out of my womb we saw that the babies body was peeling. Unfortuantely, after some time and efforts of the doctors trying to bring the baby to life the baby still was not resuscitated and was finally confirmed deceased.

Meanwhile, I was also experiencing high temperature and high blood pressure for many days; the doctors were worried if I would survive. They tried to regulate it but it was going higher and higher so they issued a stand by doctor and a nurse to watch me carefully under close monitoring. After a few days, I managed to get up and as I went to the bathroom I slipped and fell backwards and the wound on my stomach where the doctor conducted the Caesarean operation opened up. I screamed for help from the en-suite that I was in to no avail and then I called on God to help me, as soon as I did this I found something to hold onto to get up and stand upright. I pressed the buzzer to call for the nurses help, the nurse came in with a doctor, and had checked on me. They took me to the theatre room for the second time and re-stitched the wound and then put me in intensive care.

After a few days, I was getting better, they wheeled me back to the room and made sure I was ok. A few days after that, I strangely fell a second time even after being careful when walking. I hit my head on the wall, however, I did not feel any pain as I felt a cushion guarding my head. I then had an encounter, I felt like my spirit was leaving my body and I was suddenly in the most beautiful place that one could ever be in. I then saw a man glittering and there was light shining around the man and people were walking about praising. The man then proceeded to touch my stomach where I had my operation and then all of a sudden, I woke up and discovered that I was on the floor. I got up and went back to the room. I pressed the buzzer and the nurse came.