So last night between the tossing, turning and trips to the bathroom I had one of those dreams that lets you know that you have been worrying about somethings even if you didn't know it.
In my dream I had gone in to deliver and when the baby was born they said told me it was a boy, and that the little girl we had been seeing on the sonograms hadn't dropped yet and we would have to stay there and wait in the hospital until she was ready to be delivered. So I am nine months pregnant, in the hospital with an infant who they are telling me that I am not allowed to feed because it could induce labor of the second child. I go back and look at some early sonograms that the hospital has that I didn't get and find out that Dr. Weigman (the one who delivered Nathan in Arlington, no idea why his name showed up here) had known that there were twins but hadn't said anything because that early, the sonogram was from about four weeks, and because of the position on the babies, there was not a good chance that both would survive. At the hospital they are keeping me on bed rest, hardly letting me see my child, and new people keep coming by to congratulate me but I keep having to explain the whole situation over and over to my confused visitors. After about two days in the hospital I decide that this second baby needs to come and I should be able to feed my baby if I want to, and since feeding is likely to induce labor I start trying to figure out how to breastfeed my new little boy, and about that time I woke up.
Analyze that if you dare!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
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