It was my first child, and I wasn't due for another month but here I was in the delivery room on the table about to deliver. There were two faint outlines of beings who could communicate with me coming in the window. This communication wasn't through speech but it was as if we were speaking. They were speaking to each other, unaware I could understand them. They said the baby shouldn't live because its body was such that it would cry. They wondered why humans cry!
I begged for its life, saying I knew about values for living and would teach about happiness! (Arrogant as I was!) She suffered terribly with asthma. They said they did no deciding but went only by the rules, and according to how it was the baby should not live. But they said they would check for permission.
At this point I went to sleep. When I woke up they told me the baby was a girl who had almost died, but was fine now. She lived a wonderful life, becoming a married nurse and died when she was only 21 of an aneurysm.