This book won’t be explaining all about Indigo Children. There are plenty books out there on the subject by such authors as Doreen Virtue, GW Hardin, Lee Carrol & Jan Tober. This book will be about the journey of one Indigo who is also an Avatar. I use the word, “is” because the only thing “was” about Andrew is his physical body not being here. He IS very much present, alive and well, he is just not physically on this dimension! This dimension is not the end all and be all of what is out there. Not even close!
I will briefly describe an Indigo, they are children that are psychically and spiritually gifted. They have knowledge that goes way beyond their physical age. The current school system has not yet caught up to Indigos and they tend to be labeled ADD or ADHD. In our world ADHD just means All Ready Dialed Into Higher Dimension.
An Avatar simply put, is a master teacher. Andrew is indeed that! And he knew that he was while physically here. He lived his life like one as well. What made him such a Master Teacher was the balance he had between the human condition and being an evolved Soul. Andrew did it so beautifully & full of grace too!
THE JOURNEY HERE
It all began on the morning of Motherâ€™s Day, May 12 1991. You all know how he left this dimension, hereâ€™s how he came in.
I woke up to go potty as any 8 month pregnant woman does first thing in the morning even though she went all through out the night. A baby sitting on your bladder will do that to you.
This time was a bit different though, it was like a scene from the Exorcist with Linda Blair standing there in front of her motherâ€™s dinner party and pees right on the carpet! Only this time it was me and it was on my bedroom carpet! My water broke! Uh oh! I knew what that meant and I was mad! SO very mad!
I was planning a home birth and I knew that wasnâ€™t going to happen now! I didnâ€™t want to call my midwife to tell her my water broke, she stressed to all of us pregnant women that even if we went into labor on Mother’s Day, don’t call her right away. Wait until the contractions were 5 minutes apart. But at a month early, I knew I had no choice but to ruin her Motherâ€™s Day, so begrudgingly I made the call. Here I thought that that was something I wouldn’t have to worry about, I wasn’t due for another month! I just knew it wasn’t going to be me that ruined her Mother’s Day. Yea, joke was on me!
I was hoping beyond all hope that I was mistaken and when the midwife checked me, she would tell me everything was ok and I could just go home. No such luck. I drove to the midwifeâ€™s office because I had no patience to give Martin directions, that’s a whole other story. You see, Martin has no sense of direction & I was in no mood to deal with it. Crap! We needed to stop for gas on top of all this! DAMMIT! I also pumped the gas and told Martin to pay. He offered to drive and pump the gas but I wasnâ€™t having it. I just wanted him to do what I asked, ok I may have demanded it in a not so nice tone.But in my defense, I knew was I headed for a c-section and I was extremely upset about it!
After having a natural birth the first time, not because I was incredibly brave mind you, but because I had no insurance and they didn’t throw around the epidurals willy nilly.
I was looking forward to that moment again, that moment of watching my child making his way into the world and now I wasnâ€™t going to get it! Now he was just going to be ripped out of me! DAMMIT!This was the one thing I knew I could do right! Why isn’t this going right??! Not only was Andrew a month early, he was also breach, feet first and ass backwards!
The midwife & I did all we could to get him to turn. Well, we had one more trick up our sleeves but he decided he couldnâ€™t wait and decided to arrive before we could give it a try. Andrew told me when he was around 5 that he was a month early because he couldn’t wait to see me! How sweet is that?
What my midwife wanted to me to do for my appointment, before my water unexpectedly broke, was show up relaxed, no matter how I had to do it, organically preferred *wink wink* So I called my friend Andrew, who was a dear friend since I was 12 and asked if he would take me to my next appointment stoned so the midwife could turn the baby. But we never made it to the next appointment. Yes, that is how my son got his name, after my dear friend Andrew, who was always there for me.
So after I receive the news that my water did in deed break, I drove to the hospital as well. I am rushed to maternity and I hear them say a c-section at 12:30p.m. I thought, â€œgood, someone before me, I have some time to adjust to all this.â€ NOPE! That 12:30 p.m. was ME!!!! DAMMIT! Before I knew it I was hunched over in a room getting my epidural. The slight cramping I had went away, that was good. Iâ€™ve never had surgery before and this was happening so quick!
They wheel me into the O.R. and said they wouldnâ€™t start doing anything until I was ready. Next thing I know they are pulling and tugging and I said â€œHey! Hey! Hey! I didnâ€™t say I was ready!What the hell??” Andrew’s head seemed to be a bit stuck being breech and all. We always kidded him about his Sputnik head! LOL It took him awhile before he could hold it up that melon of his! Then before I knew it Andrew was here.
I thought, well on the bright side, I was looking forward to being more lucid when seeing Andrew because the first time I was exhausted from a 14hr labor starting off at 5 minutes a part and 2 1/2 hours of pushing with my daughter Elatia. At least I will be awake and totally lucid for my son!
I just couldnâ€™t believe I was actually having another child! Let a lone a son! It had been just Elatia for nearly 10 yrs. I didnâ€™t think I would have another child. I was so use to just having one. Two was mind blowing to me! AND a boy to boot?! I had no experience with little boys. Was I going to know what to do? It was so foreign to me. Now I canâ€™t even imagine never having had him in our lives. Itâ€™s hard adjusting to having just one child again.
What they donâ€™t tell you about a c-section is, that as soon as the baby is born, they shoot you up with Valium. All of a sudden my vision is blurred and I couldnâ€™t focus, I thought I was having a stroke or something! It scared the hell out of me! I couldnâ€™t see my new baby well at all! My head was spinning! I saw him maybe 3 seconds and he was whisked away to the NICU. Happy Mother’s Day to me!
As the Dr. is stitching me up he tells me how great looking my intestines are!!! Seriously?? I asked him if he was hitting on me & wanted a date! What was that all about!? :-o But now as I start sliding into 50 I would love to hear that again!
I didnâ€™t get to see Andrew again until Monday night at 7:30p.m. Over 24 hours later! Yea, I did not deal with that well at all. A Wise One on a morphine drip, that I did NOT know I had, but the nurses kept clicking it hoping it would knock me out, is not a good thing! Even the Dr. asked about giving me more clicks but the nurses told him I was at the maximum! They clicked me all out! LOL Yet I was still a raving lunatic about seeing my son! It was yet another scene from The Exorcist, my head spinning and spewing pea soup! See? Me and drugs not a good combination! I donâ€™t have the normal reaction with them.
I couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t let me have my baby. I think it might have been the morphine that may have clouded my judgment in thinking they were holding him in the NICU because I had good insurance. I mean, he weighed 6 lbs, that’s quite a respectable weight, especially for a month early. It certainly wasn’t because he needed to be on a respirator due his lungs weren’t functioning to full capacity. So much so they didn’t know if Andrew was going to make it through the night! Naaaaa that couldn’t be it, it was the good insurance that kept me from my son!
When I was finally able to be wheeled down to see him I have to admit I got a little nervous. The first baby I saw as I was being wheeled towards NICU was an incredibly hairy baby! SO hairy I was thinking I might be at Monkey Jungle! LMAO! Seriously! I was nervous! I kept saying “Please don’t let that be my baby! Please don’t let that be my baby! I don’t remember him being that freakin hairy!”
Thank goodness that was not my baby! Andrew wasn’t hairy and was just beautiful! So beautiful!
He was in the NICU for 6 days, he had jaundice as well so he was under a black light in an incubator with shades on. We called it his Club Med. I wanted to paint palm trees on the incubator. It was a real struggle with his billiruben numbers. He laid there looking all reddish yellow, always with his middle finger out! Hmmm wonder what he was trying to tell everyone?! But after those 6 days?? He was right as rain! He wasnâ€™t a sickly child at all! Never had anything major happen from then on, until July 11, 2007.
He came here in the NICU and left in the PICU with no health issues in between. Go figure.