Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Adirondack Mts. of NY
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When my oldest was about your wee one's age, he was teething and I didn't sleep for days...it was really really tough. Along about the time I was ready to give up and after nights and nights of no sleep, one day, during the day, we both finally conked out cold. We were BOTH so very very exhausted. I had been praying over my son, asking that my hands would bring him comfort and healing and soothing energy; take away the pain so he could rest and me too.
Like I said, we both conked out. Before I knew it, I was dreaming. In my dream there was a bridge, over which I walked with my son in my arms. I watched the water and listened to it flow under the bridge...and it was very soothing to me. I began to feel better. And then there was a beautiful place....there were bushes and flowers and trees and it was so green.
Next thing, I saw was a bench, upon which I sat and held my son. I looked up, and saw my sister. Now at the time, in reality, my sister had been dead for about 5 years. She was ten years older than I and died when she was 27, of Hodgkin's disease.
But she was there and so beautiful and she took my son in her arms and held him and talked to him and he giggled and it was lovely. I was so very happy to see her and I never even thought to question her presence. Then she got a very strange look on her phase and even though she spoke, her lips never moved...and she told me how beautiful my son was, how good it was to see me, and that she had to go.
Next thing I knew I was looking down from the ceiling of our bedroom and I could see my son and myself sleeping passed out on our bed. Then it was like a blur...and I was in my body again- WHUMP! It felt just like that...like I jerked back into my body. I woke up of course and my son still slept. I burst into tears because I realized that my sister had come to me to help me...to lift the burden from me, even from beyond.
My son is now almost 24 and that was of course over 20 years ago now. But as I type my eyes brim up with tears because it was so clear and real and I will never forget it.
It was good that I woke up at the time because, soon there was knock at the door and it was my parents who had gone and gotten fresh apples and cider and were dropping some off to me and dh, who was working at the time overtime on a Saturday. I got to the door though still sobbing. I couldn't even speak I had been touched so deeply by what I had dreamed/experienced.
So, IceQueen, when you feel as if you can't handle it anymore....(and I do agree with those who feel it is the teething, because I remember such very very well, even the near biting and the tender nipples from that)....remember that you WILL eventually rest, and survive all this and more that you have not yet even begun to imagine, and it will be ok.
But also remember that with the end of teething and the continued growth and development of your wee one, you can't go back...and perhaps one day...when the wee one is older, you may wish you could go back. My babies are grown now...and while I might never want to go back to teething times...I would love a brief visit back to the nursey times, when life was simple and I could keep my wee ones safe.
Hugs and strength to you, Mama....
Joyce in the mts.
CD Labor/Postpartum (MSTM), Doula trainer (BAI), Midwifery Student/Apprentice, CPS Tech