Prior to my child's death in April, I had a premonition while I was sitting in the chair rocking my son as he was asleep in my arms. I dreamed that my son was going to die. Toward the end of the month, the nightmare became real. I had fears even when I was pregnant. I didn't tell anyone about it because I was afraid that they weren't going to believe me. Or tell me, "How can you think like that?!" I know it sounds crazy, but I do get premonitions from time to time. I feel guilty about keeping it to myself. I'm reading a book called "SIDS Survival Guide." The book says that it's common for SIDS parents to experience a premonition prior to their child's death. But not all parent's experience this. I told my husband about the premonition. I apologized for keeping it from him. He didn't believe me. I feel if I would have said something, my son would still be here.
I shrugged it off, thinking, "No, no, no, it's not going to happen." And it did happen. I blame myself for this.
I shrugged it off, thinking, "No, no, no, it's not going to happen." And it did happen. I blame myself for this.