Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Dreams of the mothers

I tend not to remember my dreams too often, except when I am pregnant.  Then I usually wake up from them in a panic, unable to tell for a few seconds that what was happening in the dream was not real.

A couple of nights ago was no exception.  I woke up at about 3:30 in the morning, and was super hungry, so I went downstairs to get a bite to eat so I wouldn't get too nauseous.  While walking back up the stairs, I had the oddest sensation of smelling a newborn dirty diaper.  It wasn't horribly unpleasant...  nursing babies have very mild diapers when they are newborns, but it was definitely an odd sensation.

Back in bed I tossed and turned for about an hour, and then fell asleep.  That is when I had this bizarre dream:

Elliott and I were sitting on our old green couch in our old apartment in Fullerton.  My parents were there too.  I remember believing that the baby I was holding in my hands was a newborn, although after I woke up I realized that the baby was older looking than a newborn.  The other weird thing in the dream was that I was pregnant again, and so I told Elliott he was going to have to nurse the baby I was holding.  He told me he couldn't, and I was really confused as to why not.  He told me he didn't have milk ducts, and told me to just go ahead and nurse, so I did.  The other thing that was weird in the dream was the baby's hair.  She had long straight dark brown hair, and I remember thinking to myself, "wow, this baby has more hair than Sophie did when she was born."  But the odd thing was, there was a triangle of hair shaved off the front right side of her head, kind of from part of the bangs towards the crown of her head.  The bare spot had little red dots all over it, and I remember questioning Elliott and my parents as to why she had the shaved spot and the dots.  I couldn't remember anything about the labor and delivery, and no one would tell me anything either.

And then I woke up.


The Queen said...

Ugh. I always have the worst nightmares when I am pregnant and after I have the baby. Not to mention all the plain weird ones. And yours was definitely up there on the weird scale.

Carla said...

Elliott's been a tremendous help, but he won't be nursing!