My social worker asked me yesterday if I had been talking to the baby, or dreaming about her, and that's probably what prompted last night's super long mama bear dream.
I dreamt that because I hadn't paid some large utility bill, that the company had somehow managed to get permission to walk into the OR while I was strapped down getting a c-section and steal my baby away from me, to force me to give them the money. Hahah! Can you say "anxiety"? All my fears neatly rolled into one Indiana Jones-like dream, where I go after the kidnappers to get my baby back, and proceed to beat the crap out of the woman at the company who tries to justify her actions to me.
My dream ended with a long difficult bout of trying to teach my 3 month old baby (who could already talk by then) how to breastfeed. Pfff, I'm still chuckling about it now.
I dreamt that because I hadn't paid some large utility bill, that the company had somehow managed to get permission to walk into the OR while I was strapped down getting a c-section and steal my baby away from me, to force me to give them the money. Hahah! Can you say "anxiety"? All my fears neatly rolled into one Indiana Jones-like dream, where I go after the kidnappers to get my baby back, and proceed to beat the crap out of the woman at the company who tries to justify her actions to me.
My dream ended with a long difficult bout of trying to teach my 3 month old baby (who could already talk by then) how to breastfeed. Pfff, I'm still chuckling about it now.
