One
How Bonding Begins
Chapter Profile: The spirit of your baby is nearby, eager to begin his new life with you. When you're pregnant, your psychic ability expands as quickly as your waistline! Chapter One introduces you to the process of speaking with the spirit of your future child. My fervent hope is that this book will allow you to become more sensitive to the presence of your unborn baby as he or she hovers around you. Think of me as a personal coach who can help you embark on a spiritual adventure unlike any you've ever known . . . on the path that leads directly toward the magical experience of bonding with the soul of your unborn baby.
When does the bonding process begin? There are probably as many opinions about that as there are . . . people!
Belin's Story
When I have tuned into my womb, and even deeper into the soul of my baby, I have felt a connection that transcends time and mind. It's a heart connection and a knowing. You just have to trust in that communication. The more practice you have communicating with your little baby in utero, the better able you will be able to connect when that little soul is born. When does the connection start? It starts when we allow it. I discovered that you don't even have to be pregnant to feel it.
My opinion resonates from a metaphysical viewpoint. Based upon my life's work as a channel and through my own experience giving birth, I believe that bonding begins when a soul first starts to hover around its chosen birth mother, even if she remains unaware of its presence, isn't pregnant yet—or has even yet to meet a Mr. Wonderful.
Dr. Schnider, a father and grandfather who has delivered more than seven thousand babies in his twenty-eight-year career as an obstetrician, has formed an opinion about mother/baby bonding stemming from a scientific viewpoint. 'I think women start bonding fairly early,' he told me. 'Once she sees the baby on ultrasound, when she sees the actual heartbeat, it makes a much bigger impact than just 'feeling.' And then another big step is when she feels movement . . . they're bonded.'
Your baby will be your greatest blessing. My fervent hope is that this book will allow you to become more sensitive to the presence of your unborn baby. The key to building a constructive relationship is to maintain faith that your baby is eager to connect, and to accept the fact that you already possess all of the skills necessary to build the two-way communication. By practicing the technique in the fifth chapter, you'll hone your ability to better hear the vital messages your unborn baby has been trying to convey—possibly even before you conceived. The bonding will become increasingly tangible—and therefore, more exciting!
I have worked as a psychic for over twenty-two years, delivering angelic messages for clients in private channeling sessions. I've channeled for people from all over the world and in very different walks of life. Through the years, clients have asked about their careers, life's work, soul mates, health, financial abundance, family members, as well as many other topics. My life's purpose is to help people gain valuable insight into who they are; what they are supposed to be doing with their lives; the specific, pragmatic steps they can take to reach their full potential; and how they can create the empowerment necessary to build a lovely quality of life.
How did I begin to communicate with the souls of unborn babies? It all began one miraculous day shortly after I became a professional psychic. I was conducting a private channeling session for a pregnant client, and she was asking her angels for information about her prenatal health. As I listened to the telepathic messages coming from her angels in answer to her question, I was surprised to hear another voice say, 'Hi, Mommy!' I was mystified. I asked if the voice was one of her angels, and I heard the message, 'No, I am the spirit of her daughter.' I repeated this surprising information to my client. She asked if the message was coming from the soul who was going to actually become her child. 'Yes!' responded the spirit. 'And I can't wait to be born!'
I quickly realized that the process of communicating with the souls of unborn babies is exactly the same as speaking with guardian angels, and simple to learn—with just a little practice. Throughout the years, I made another startling discovery: after conception, a woman's natural intuitiveness dramatically strengthens and deepens, allowing her to become far more psychically receptive to what is going on around her during her pregnancy.
In this book, I'm sharing information revealed in private channeling sessions conducted with expectant mothers from all over the world—true-life stories about parents who began the bonding process before their babies were conceived, or after they were in utero—as well as what I experienced throughout my own two pregnancies.
I have to admit that my story is a little unusual. Instead of meeting my husband, Britt, in a bookstore, through a friend, or even online, I met him for the first time when he came into my office asking me to channel the spirit of his recently deceased wife! Not exactly the romantic vision that I had always dreamed of. Plus, I was already forty years old at the time. In spite of—or, maybe because of—what brought us together, love blossomed and we were married three months later. Britt had a grown daughter and wanted more children, and I was keen to finally start a family. Although I did not realize it at the time, the spirit of my unborn son was already hovering around me . . . even before I conceived!
This is the true story of the very first time I communicated with my own unborn child:
I arrived at the doctor's office for my annual pap smear, was shown to an exam room, donned a blue paper gown, and sat waiting for my doctor. Dr. Schnider, my OB/GYN, entered the room and greeted me with a warm smile, as always. He apologized for keeping me waiting—explaining that he had delivered a baby that morning so he was running a little behind schedule. As he reviewed my chart, he asked how I was feeling and I told him that I had never felt better. Then it was time for the internal.
When he finished, I sat up on the exam table and told him that since my last visit, I had finally met my Mr. Wonderful and had gotten married. The doctor offered hearty congratulations. Then I told him that we were going to try to get pregnant. My dreams were all coming true, I giggled. Dr. Schnider's expression seemed to cloud for a brief moment. He asked me to meet him in his office once I had dressed. With a nod, he left the room.
I dressed and walked into the hallway where Janet, the nurse, was waiting for me. Janet told me that the doctor had to take an emergency call, so he would be a few minutes. She ushered me into a tiny waiting room directly outside his private office. Photographs of the babies Dr. Schnider had delivered lined all of the walls. In some, he was still in his scrubs, cheerfully holding infants that had just been born. I was immediately entranced by that wall of babies. My children would have their picture on that wall, too, I decided happily. I fantasized about what my children would be like in temperament and appearance, excited about the future of my personal life and all of its endless possibilities.
Lost in this train of blissful thought, I was startled when Janet touched my arm to get my attention. She led me to the doctor's private office and gestured for me to take a seat. He would be there momentarily, she said, leaving me alone in the room. Why was I there? Tapping my foot with impatience, I began to look around. Some large photos on his credenza were of smiling teenagers, and I guessed that they were his children. I wasn't surprised to see how good looking all of them were.
Dr. Schnider rushed into the office, this time with more apologies about keeping me waiting. He disclosed that one of his other patients was laboring in the Women's Hospital across the street and he was preparing to help her deliver that evening. The doctor explained that he had been rushing back and forth between the hospital and his office all morning. I felt guilty that I had been so impatient.
'I want to share something with you,' he said softly, opening a drawer of his credenza. He pulled out what appeared to be several graphs and placed them on the desk between us. I just stared dumbly, having no idea what he was trying to communicate. His expression was so somber that my heart started to pound.
Suddenly, I didn't want to see them. I just sat motionless. He kindly waited for a few moments and then picked them up himself. He sat forward in his chair so he could hold them up for me to see. They were charts depicting a woman's fertility levels at age twenty. Then I understood. The doctor intended to discuss my biological clock.
The chart pointed out that at the ripe old age of thirty-five a woman's fertility starts to sink like a lead balloon. I was already over forty. I looked at the chances of fertility for someone my age . . . and the line of fertility plummeted to ground zero. My heart sank.
But how could that be, I wondered? I had never tried to get pregnant before, but I just assumed that I still had plenty of eggs left. Dr. Schnider gently pointed out that because I had delayed pregnancy, it might be more difficult for me to conceive, that there was an increased possibility of genetic abnormalities, and that I had a higher risk of miscarriage. He told me that as his patient, he wanted me to be as informed as possible.
Instead of being grateful for his honesty, I felt as if I had been hit in the solar plexus. I had never considered any of these realities! The doctor, observing my distress, reassured me that, if necessary, there were fertility options open to me. But my mind was spinning and I was no longer listening to him.
In the past, my priority had been preventing pregnancy because I hadn't met Mr. Wo...
