My dream last night

I had the most vivid dream about going into labor last night. The odd thing is I don’t really remember contractions or anything else like that. This was all about being unprepared to give birth because I didn’t have a bag packed for the hospital, we didn’t have a car seat, nothing in the baby’s room was ready - which shouldn’t matter because the baby will be sleeping in our room in the beginning anyway, but wait! We don’t have our co-sleeper yet either. For some reason the thing that bothered me the most was not having my bag for the hospital. It also seemed like a scheduled thing – which may have explained why I wasn’t experiencing contractions or anything like that. Maybe it was a scheduled c-section…who knows. But we got to the hospital in the morning and Pete basically dropped me off and then went to have breakfast with my dad. I don’t know why only my dad was there and not my mom or my in-laws. I asked Pete to go home and get me some things. I wanted a toothbrush and my makeup and lotion and something comfy to wear. He said he would bring it but I waited and waited and when he got back he didn’t bring anything. I don’t know why nobody else was at the hospital with me. I was just lying on a bed and waiting with nothing to do – nothing to read, no tv, nothing. Every now and then a nurse or doctor would come in and look at my chart, mumble something and leave. It was a very uneventful – but extremely vivid dream. I remember being annoyed at poor Pete when I woke up. I have a list of what I want to bring to the hospital. I should just throw all the stuff together and have it done so I won’t worry about it! It’s silly the things that your mind decides to obsess over.

Baby dream

I was in the middle of this dream when the alarm woke me up so I was able to remember it before I got out of bed but the worst part was just feeling so unsettled and inadequate. In my dream the baby was born (unfortunately I did not have a feeling if it was a boy or a girl - just "the baby"). I guess the delivery was fine because it was three days after the baby was born and we were all taking a trip to Kentucky for a week. So it was Pete's parents, my parents, Pete and I and 3 strange people I didn't know (their relationship was never really explained) On the car ride there the baby just kept screaming for what seemed like the entire ride and I seemed like I was the only one who noticed it - everyone else in the car just kept on talking like nothing was wrong. When we got to Kentucky, it wasn't Pete's parent's house - it actually looked like the house we used to go to in Shawnee, PA (villa 32C) and it was even decorated like it used to be in the 80's. I was worried about breastfeeding and every time I asked someone for help, they ignored me or said something to the effect of, "Don't worry - you'll be fine." I was holding the baby and I couldn't find a place where there weren't tons of people and I could find any privacy. Looking back, I guess it's a little odd that the poor baby hasn't eaten anything in 3 days...um, no wonder the baby was screaming. The baby was also spitting up which was odd because how can you spit up if you haven't eaten anything? It was chunky like oatmeal and then it was liquid and it was fluorescent yellow. I was sitting in a chair and wiping it off and the baby kept wiggling away from me. The baby was not the size of a newborn - more like a roly-poly 6 month old. I had found a chair in a room away from everyone and was getting ready to breast feed but the baby kept rolling away from me and actually squirmed off my lap to the floor. And then the alarm went off. I woke up knowing I was doing everything wrong and my poor baby was going to starve and wiggle away from me! Sorry, Banjo!!