This all happened whilst giving birth to my first child. When I was six months pregnant, my would-be father-in-law passed suddenly. He was a fantastic man and we got on amazingly, so I loved him like he was my dad. He was a bit of a joker and he always said throughout my pregnancy, I wasn't the important one, that my belly was number one now. After he passed, many of the family claimed to see him around but I was always a bit skeptical.
The day it happened, I was in labour for a couple of hours when the midwife said it was time to deliver my baby and moved me to a bigger room. I had no drugs or any pain relief of any kind and just as I was about to push my baby out when I stopped, suddenly. A song that my partner and I loved came on the radio station. We always said it was just like my partner's father, and the song meant a lot to us. I felt the urge to say to my partner, "Look, he's here," but no words would come out. The pain had all gone and in the corner of the room, I knew where he stood. I knew how his hands were placed in front of him and how his feet were parted, even the smile on his face. He didn't appear as a physical person. It wasn't intrusive, nor did I feel uncomfortable that he was there and I was naked at the time. I just felt safe and protected, like no matter what, me and my baby would be fine. This was massive to me because I'm always petrified of dying during childbirth.
I never told anyone about it as I didn't want to bring any more pain to anyone. However, three years later when I was giving birth to my daughter, the music on the radio was playing. Out of the blue, the same song as before came on as I pushed out my baby. It wasn't as strong as the first time, but I know it was his way of saying, "I will always make sure you are ok."