Hey Little Babe,
I had a dream about you last night. It was my first. A couple times I have wondered if I would ever dream about you, but alas I am not much of a sleep dreamer. Except last night.
I had you. We labored, though I don't remember that part. It was more of an implied labor and you came to this world perfect. We sat in a recliner chair. We were not in a hospital, but not in our home either. We sat next to a soft lamp and I didn't wear a hospital gown.
You were a girl. Are you a girl? I just got done telling some friends last night you were probably a boy. Some motherly instinct I have. Either way, it doesn't matter.
You were beautiful and tiny. Oh so tiny. You had dark olive skin, huge beautiful eyes and lots of dark hair. You had a headband. I guess we decided to accessorize real early.
You looked like no baby that I had ever seen. Brand new, original and gorgeous. You even had a scratch - already - on your little forehead. I am sure it was from me and my inexperience with such tiny little creatures.
We had a little dream moment as you lay in my arms. You were mine. You had pieces of me and pieces of your dad and I was ready to conquer the world for you. I was your mom and it felt normal and perfect. I felt an overwhelming love for you, even if you were just a dream baby.
And then your face turned red and strained and I could tell you were pushing something into your tiny little diaper. And then the diaper started leaking.
I held you up and over the side of the chair, then yelled, "Somebody help me! This is a REALLY expensive dress!"
You're Uncle Matt ran into the room and took you from my hands. Your Uncle Matt is a paramedic and firefighter. I guess the dream me thought this was a job for only the highest trained. He put you into a sink to clean you up. My dress got away scotch free, though part of me knows I will rarely be so lucky.
I woke up at 3am laughing and rolling my eyes at myself. What a dream of perfection mixed with a little dose of reality.
I can't wait to meet you. I don't care if you are a girl or a boy. I don't care if you have dark hair or a bald little head. You will be pieces of me and pieces of your dad and such a joy for our lives, even if we have a few ruined dresses in the process! ;)
Love,
Your Mom
4 comments:
Love this! Two words: oxy clean.
I love you my newest little grandchild to come! Always and forever,Grammy
Your baby (dream and real) is lucky to have you as a mama. Love you!
Ha ha, I know I've told you this a million times but I am so happy you guys are having a baby. Of course for all the normal reasons but also for the many many funny moments to come as you figure out just how to deal with situations just like this one. It really is those beautiful moments that keep us from totally calling it quits when the ugly moments come. I laughed out loud when I read "This is a REALLY expensive dress!" Takes me back to when we were riding our big wheels around and all of a sudden you were screaming and running into your house. I was confused and went in after you to find you explaining to your mom that your dress just got ripped because it got stuck in your big wheel's big wheel. Ha ha, because why wouldn't you (you as in YOU) wear a dress to ride big wheels? Ha ha, love you guys!
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