The love of parents is the most important thing that children experience in the womb, and it can overcome the negative effects of many stresses and trauma…”haptonomy”, the science of touch, teaches parents to make loving contact with their unborn child.  A mother and father can communicate with a fetus by placing their hands on both sides of the womb.  If they send their love especially through the hands on the right side of the womb, the child will begin to move over to the right side and curl up with its neck under those hands.  If they then send their love through the hands on the left side of the womb, the child will move to the left side and curl up under those hands.  In this way, the patients can carry on a loving dialogue with the child.  They can do this beginning when the child is about four and a half months in the womb (or whenever it is large enough for the mother to feel movement) and until about seven months (or whenever it is too large to be able to move freely).  If the parents communicate with their child in this way each day at the same time and then miss their “appointment” with the child one day, the child will begin to kick, as if protesting even this momentary loss of loving communication which it has learned to expect.  –Healing the Eight Stages of Life.

Time travel prayer.
Lord please go back,
Transgress and transform,
Within eternity return to my creation and growth in the womb,
Within infinity grace a finite point,
Caress and enter my little heart and mind,
Beating anew, beating alive,
Usurp the slightest consternation with your love,
For the glory of God and salvation of souls,
Place one of your hands upon my mother’s belly,
Place your arm around my father’s shoulder,
My birth, a trinity in replication, an image and likeness,
All things created are good,
Heal my memories Lord,
Embolden the imperfect love of my parents with your perfect love,
Heal all things in need of healing,
Original sin divesting,
Satiate the burning thirst at conception,
Our Lady Undoer of Knots wrap your mantle snuggly around my mother,
Drawing her tighter into my father’s love,
The freshness of an infant before birth,
Alive, a life, a celestial creation, a son to my mother and father,
God of order,
God of might,
Omnipotent and omnipresent,
Kiss me upon the lips breathing under water within my mother’s womb,
Heal my memories Lord on into the earliest stage.