My Baby Is Here_ Another Real Life Ghost Story
Without Prejudice
My baby is here, 3 months old on Saturday and I have no need to tell you he is gorgeous. Everyone loves a baby and the delightful Andrej is just a love, a doll of bald head and a grin that lights up a room. He's just that right weight of plumpness that you want to hold close and kiss and bury your head in his neck. I am in love, besotted as I knew I would be.
It had been a long day, by the time I drove to the Airport last night. A few family things had happened and I was anxious about driving to the Airport. The last time I did, when I lived up here before, I was totally lost. Ended up in some Boondock area, that was dark and scary and it took me ages to find the airport. They'd been doing some road works and it was detour here, turn there, even now the thought of it makes my hands sweat.
I hate getting lost. And I ended up being late, another "thing" I hate.
So of course my anxiety climbed to unbearable proportion when my Brother was too pooped to take me. He's been up since 4am, worked all day and was rocking on his feet with tiredness. Didn't help the flight was coming in at 11.30 at night. He had to go to bed and I was sympathetic to his plight. But before he did he asked me what I was scared of.
"Driving to the airport, of course,? " I replied.
"Which part?"
I told him of me getting lost and ending up in some strange dock side ghetto last time. I swear it looked there were criminals skulking around, ready to shoot me for my car. There weren't, but it looked like that, smelt like that and I was not stopping anywhere to find out. I have this fatalistic idea that I will always get lost and it's a self fulfilling prophecy and I hate that.
So my brother patiently explained land marks and what signs to watch for and as he is as anal and boring as me me about "stuff" like this, I "got it". My hands were shaking I noticed when I unlocked the car. I went and put petrol in and took it slow across the Hornibrook Bridge from Redcliffe. I realised that as soon as I had left the service station that I felt this amazing sense of calm wash over me. I had written a story about my Mum, yesterday and it was like I felt her presence in the car.
That's so weird as my Mum was one of the white knuckle, cling to the door handle type of passengers in a car all her life. Dad had to drive at 20 miles an hour at first in the Humber Super Snipe. She was always terrified and moaned softly to herself if he went (dare I say it ? ) above 25.
She was a bundle of nerves, inside a car, My Mum, but then she had lots of fears and phobias. But in a car she was a nightmare, so she always asked Dad to take it slow and patient man that he was, he did. He was like one of the Goons, sometimes with a pith helmet on his head, I'm serious! He said it was for pithing in and he laughed every time he said it, chortled with glee, but that was Dad for you !
So after careful instructions from George, my brother, I made it to the airport in one piece. Of course there were roadworks, the airport in Brisbane has gotten huge, now. As I was driving so sedately I couldn't help but think of Robin Williams in The Big Birdcage who had said of his partner, a male, Nathan,
"Knowing him, he will be belting down the Freeway doing 25 mph, with the handbrake on."
That was me. Thankfully not much traffic and if there was, any behind me, I was mentally telling them
"Go around, go around"
I only mucked up once at the short term car park and drove up to a security man,
"Where's the entrance?" Buggered if I could find it.
"Right here", he said, "Back up"
So with all that in place I entered the almost empty airport a good hour early for the flight, that's just me, and of course it was delayed, not coming in till midnight. I had plans to finally stop and have something to eat, a leisurely coffee, a read of a magazine. Nothing open, not a thing. Everyone in Queensland goes to bed early.
A sleepy ticket checker said they were just waiting for the flight from Melbourne and then going home. Her eyes were heavy with tiredness. So I grabbed some corn cheese like chip things from a vending machine, I figured that was my protein count for the day, salvaged a torn magazine from a pile on the floor and walked down to the empty gate lounge 30 for Jetstar.
The waiting area was empty, save for a young Indian boy who was buffing the floors. I sat down and started reading the magazine my thoughts on my grand sons, girlfriend, Madenka and baby Andrej, I only had at least an hour to kill and I was so tired I wanted to lie down on the floor and sleep. I remembered I had done that at Crown Casino's car park in December, but at that stage I was pissed on champagne. Normal people do not lie down on floors in public areas.
I am highly psychic when I am terribly tired or very emotional. I had been emotional all week, God knows why. The very next thing as I propped my feet up on a chair and went to open the magazine was to see to my left, a vision. A little blonde girl of a bout 7 to 8 was standing there. She had pale green trousers on and a pink windcheater top. Blonde hair n a plain bowl cut, cut to ear level. I thought, rationally,
"I'm not seeing this" but I knew I was.
I looked at her fully and she solemnly stared back and I thought again,
"She's not really there and now you are really going nuts, "
But I knew she was there and I also knew that when I would glance at her again she would be gone, and she was.
Ping, went a noise somewhere and the door opened for gate lounge 30 and tired people started coming out. Some carrying blankets, all looking that strange sort of tiredness from late night flying. And there came Mladenka carrying my baby grandson and he was smiling. I hugged her and greedily grabbed for baby and held him to me.
The next day when we had time to talk I told Mladenka my vision, expecting her to laugh, but she didn't,
"That's me, Janette", she exclaimed, all excited.
"I wore an outfit like that , green pants and a pink top when I came from Serbia, from the war, to Australia, I was 7."
I looked at her,
"Have I seen a photo of you dressed like that ? " I asked,
"No,"
Mladenka had not been on a plane since her parents flew to Australia fleeing the War and settled here. She is 20 and has never been anywhere since then, but she said she wore mismatching clothes and had an outfit of green pants and pink top and I realised that the little girl was Mladenka at 7. I saw her and I told my brain I wasn't seeing her.
Mladenka said maybe I was thinking of her and that little girl was a picture in my brain and I knew then that I had "seen" that little girl. I could have reached out and touched her. It only happens when I am really tired or highly emotional. I'm like a Carrie that can move things with her mind, but I just "see" things. It is so weird but I like to think it's a happy thing. Mladenka was meant to come here and I was meant to have her here for a precious week and Andrej.
She said the night she arrived she wanted to do three things, buy an outfit for a wedding of a friend, something elegant and lush. See my niece Haylee who is having a baby, and see my Sister Jackie and have a Tarot reading, as she heard from 2 people that Jackie was very good at it. So we went for a trip to the beach side near here. Mladenka had never seen anything as lovely she said and I thought wait till you see the Gold Coast.
We went to my brothers business and of all the people that should be there was Haylee, proudly pregnant and hugely so. Then last night my brother called me aside and told me my sister Jackie was in Hospital with Kidney stones, poor baby and is due for an op next week. I will let you know what happens with the Wedding outfit. Mladenka is Serbian and they love to dress for weddings, but it's not just that.
She has gone outside of the community that is Serbian and has had a baby without being married and is only 20. She wants to look like a success to herself and her community, the old fashioned types. Well there won't be a problem there, she has a banging bod, a size 8 after baby and she's tall. And she goes to the wedding, the following weekend after leaving here. She could not be better off as I come from a big loving successful family and they are some of the most positive people you will ever meet in your life. And they LOVE babies, ergo, they love Maldenka.
Andrej is the son of their nephew, Kyle, who is back in Melbourne, working. Mladenka needs this holiday, things have been a little rough for her personally, during the pregnancy and after, but she is an amazingly strong and educated girl and has done it all herself besides terrible odds.
She is a legend and she thinks not a lot of herself and she needs to. She really does. And that is what my family and I will be doing for her so that she will go back to Melbourne, knowing she is loved and adored and "one of us".
I might add that baby Andrej has been cuddled and kissed and held and made to laugh and giggle aloud because if there is one thing my family reveres it's a baby, men and women alike. He going to be so spoiled and so is she and that is exactly what this gorgeous brave girl needs,
Love Janette
My baby is here, 3 months old on Saturday and I have no need to tell you he is gorgeous. Everyone loves a baby and the delightful Andrej is just a love, a doll of bald head and a grin that lights up a room. He's just that right weight of plumpness that you want to hold close and kiss and bury your head in his neck. I am in love, besotted as I knew I would be.
It had been a long day, by the time I drove to the Airport last night. A few family things had happened and I was anxious about driving to the Airport. The last time I did, when I lived up here before, I was totally lost. Ended up in some Boondock area, that was dark and scary and it took me ages to find the airport. They'd been doing some road works and it was detour here, turn there, even now the thought of it makes my hands sweat.
I hate getting lost. And I ended up being late, another "thing" I hate.
So of course my anxiety climbed to unbearable proportion when my Brother was too pooped to take me. He's been up since 4am, worked all day and was rocking on his feet with tiredness. Didn't help the flight was coming in at 11.30 at night. He had to go to bed and I was sympathetic to his plight. But before he did he asked me what I was scared of.
"Driving to the airport, of course,? " I replied.
"Which part?"
I told him of me getting lost and ending up in some strange dock side ghetto last time. I swear it looked there were criminals skulking around, ready to shoot me for my car. There weren't, but it looked like that, smelt like that and I was not stopping anywhere to find out. I have this fatalistic idea that I will always get lost and it's a self fulfilling prophecy and I hate that.
So my brother patiently explained land marks and what signs to watch for and as he is as anal and boring as me me about "stuff" like this, I "got it". My hands were shaking I noticed when I unlocked the car. I went and put petrol in and took it slow across the Hornibrook Bridge from Redcliffe. I realised that as soon as I had left the service station that I felt this amazing sense of calm wash over me. I had written a story about my Mum, yesterday and it was like I felt her presence in the car.
That's so weird as my Mum was one of the white knuckle, cling to the door handle type of passengers in a car all her life. Dad had to drive at 20 miles an hour at first in the Humber Super Snipe. She was always terrified and moaned softly to herself if he went (dare I say it ? ) above 25.
She was a bundle of nerves, inside a car, My Mum, but then she had lots of fears and phobias. But in a car she was a nightmare, so she always asked Dad to take it slow and patient man that he was, he did. He was like one of the Goons, sometimes with a pith helmet on his head, I'm serious! He said it was for pithing in and he laughed every time he said it, chortled with glee, but that was Dad for you !
So after careful instructions from George, my brother, I made it to the airport in one piece. Of course there were roadworks, the airport in Brisbane has gotten huge, now. As I was driving so sedately I couldn't help but think of Robin Williams in The Big Birdcage who had said of his partner, a male, Nathan,
"Knowing him, he will be belting down the Freeway doing 25 mph, with the handbrake on."
That was me. Thankfully not much traffic and if there was, any behind me, I was mentally telling them
"Go around, go around"
I only mucked up once at the short term car park and drove up to a security man,
"Where's the entrance?" Buggered if I could find it.
"Right here", he said, "Back up"
So with all that in place I entered the almost empty airport a good hour early for the flight, that's just me, and of course it was delayed, not coming in till midnight. I had plans to finally stop and have something to eat, a leisurely coffee, a read of a magazine. Nothing open, not a thing. Everyone in Queensland goes to bed early.
A sleepy ticket checker said they were just waiting for the flight from Melbourne and then going home. Her eyes were heavy with tiredness. So I grabbed some corn cheese like chip things from a vending machine, I figured that was my protein count for the day, salvaged a torn magazine from a pile on the floor and walked down to the empty gate lounge 30 for Jetstar.
The waiting area was empty, save for a young Indian boy who was buffing the floors. I sat down and started reading the magazine my thoughts on my grand sons, girlfriend, Madenka and baby Andrej, I only had at least an hour to kill and I was so tired I wanted to lie down on the floor and sleep. I remembered I had done that at Crown Casino's car park in December, but at that stage I was pissed on champagne. Normal people do not lie down on floors in public areas.
I am highly psychic when I am terribly tired or very emotional. I had been emotional all week, God knows why. The very next thing as I propped my feet up on a chair and went to open the magazine was to see to my left, a vision. A little blonde girl of a bout 7 to 8 was standing there. She had pale green trousers on and a pink windcheater top. Blonde hair n a plain bowl cut, cut to ear level. I thought, rationally,
"I'm not seeing this" but I knew I was.
I looked at her fully and she solemnly stared back and I thought again,
"She's not really there and now you are really going nuts, "
But I knew she was there and I also knew that when I would glance at her again she would be gone, and she was.
Ping, went a noise somewhere and the door opened for gate lounge 30 and tired people started coming out. Some carrying blankets, all looking that strange sort of tiredness from late night flying. And there came Mladenka carrying my baby grandson and he was smiling. I hugged her and greedily grabbed for baby and held him to me.
The next day when we had time to talk I told Mladenka my vision, expecting her to laugh, but she didn't,
"That's me, Janette", she exclaimed, all excited.
"I wore an outfit like that , green pants and a pink top when I came from Serbia, from the war, to Australia, I was 7."
I looked at her,
"Have I seen a photo of you dressed like that ? " I asked,
"No,"
Mladenka had not been on a plane since her parents flew to Australia fleeing the War and settled here. She is 20 and has never been anywhere since then, but she said she wore mismatching clothes and had an outfit of green pants and pink top and I realised that the little girl was Mladenka at 7. I saw her and I told my brain I wasn't seeing her.
Mladenka said maybe I was thinking of her and that little girl was a picture in my brain and I knew then that I had "seen" that little girl. I could have reached out and touched her. It only happens when I am really tired or highly emotional. I'm like a Carrie that can move things with her mind, but I just "see" things. It is so weird but I like to think it's a happy thing. Mladenka was meant to come here and I was meant to have her here for a precious week and Andrej.
She said the night she arrived she wanted to do three things, buy an outfit for a wedding of a friend, something elegant and lush. See my niece Haylee who is having a baby, and see my Sister Jackie and have a Tarot reading, as she heard from 2 people that Jackie was very good at it. So we went for a trip to the beach side near here. Mladenka had never seen anything as lovely she said and I thought wait till you see the Gold Coast.
We went to my brothers business and of all the people that should be there was Haylee, proudly pregnant and hugely so. Then last night my brother called me aside and told me my sister Jackie was in Hospital with Kidney stones, poor baby and is due for an op next week. I will let you know what happens with the Wedding outfit. Mladenka is Serbian and they love to dress for weddings, but it's not just that.
She has gone outside of the community that is Serbian and has had a baby without being married and is only 20. She wants to look like a success to herself and her community, the old fashioned types. Well there won't be a problem there, she has a banging bod, a size 8 after baby and she's tall. And she goes to the wedding, the following weekend after leaving here. She could not be better off as I come from a big loving successful family and they are some of the most positive people you will ever meet in your life. And they LOVE babies, ergo, they love Maldenka.
Andrej is the son of their nephew, Kyle, who is back in Melbourne, working. Mladenka needs this holiday, things have been a little rough for her personally, during the pregnancy and after, but she is an amazingly strong and educated girl and has done it all herself besides terrible odds.
She is a legend and she thinks not a lot of herself and she needs to. She really does. And that is what my family and I will be doing for her so that she will go back to Melbourne, knowing she is loved and adored and "one of us".
I might add that baby Andrej has been cuddled and kissed and held and made to laugh and giggle aloud because if there is one thing my family reveres it's a baby, men and women alike. He going to be so spoiled and so is she and that is exactly what this gorgeous brave girl needs,
Love Janette
