First, some background...
I broke up with my boyfriend (later husband) when I was five months pregnant. When my daughter was about two months old, I moved from San Diego, and rented a two-bedroom apartment across the border (Mexico) to be closer to my parents; I was too scared to leave my baby in day care and they offered to help. Since my work was in California (US) I would have to cross the border every day to get to work, I would have to up get around 4:30 AM and was not back at the apartment until around 8:00 pm. By the time I put the baby down, got all my stuff and hers ready for the next day I would fall asleep exhausted.
One typical night, I was sound asleep when someone calling my name awakened me. I was not sure if I had imagined it so I stayed really still waiting to see if I heard it again. After a few seconds of silence, I decided I had been dreaming and was starting to fall right back asleep when I heard the female voice urgently calling my name. I was so tired that I could not open my eyes; I am ashamed to say that my mother instincts were not kicking in, I was just too tired. Suddenly I felt someone poke me in the ribs, I mean, this was so painful that I immediately shot up with a big "OUCH". I looked all around the bedroom and there was no one in sight. I sat there confused for a few minutes when I suddenly felt the urge to go check on my baby.
When I approached her crib, I saw that somehow her blanket got wrapped around her head and was covering her face. I pulled the blanket off and saw that her face was purple and sweaty and she was gasping for air. I panicked and ran out the apartment with her screaming bloody murder. I knocked on my neighbors' door and they came out and took her from me. At this point, she had already began to cry and was breathing again. After making sure she was going to be okay I found myself back in my apartment unable to go back to sleep.
That is when I remembered the poke and the voice calling my name. I got up and checked in the mirror, there was a very faint bruise forming on my side. I was both scared and grateful; I cried just thinking of what would have happened if I had not gotten to my baby when I did.
This was my very first experience with this woman "entity" but was not my last. A few times after that, when my daughter would cry in the middle of the night as I was getting up from bed to go to her I would hear a woman's voice in her bedroom go "ssshh, shshsh" in a very soothing voice.
Once, when she was about 6 months old, I made the stupid mistake of sitting her on the breakfast bar and turned to pick up my keys that had fallen. As I was turning back to get her I saw that she was falling, and just before she hit the floor it seemed like she had been lifted and gently placed on the floor by someone I could not see. I know some of you are thinking guardian angel, right?
That's what I thought until she was about two years old and then her "guardian angel" turned into our worst nightmare. All the bad things started when my daughter's dad and I decided to give it another try and he moved in with us. I'll put that in another story since this one got too long.