I'm in a South American jungle, riding in a jeep or something similar. We get a flat tire. We pull up next to a bus station waiting area, I get out of the car. My OB Dr. J and Russell Crowe are there. I lay in the bus stop waiting area, I ask my sister to cover it up with blankets. I lay down on the bench, I'm in labor. But, it doesn't hurt. I reach down, in between my legs, I feel the moist, soft, pliable skull of my baby girl. I push as much as I can, and there she is. Alive, breathing, slick. I am caressing her, drying her off. She is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful and she's alive. I wipe the blood off her, I can see her cord, no knot. She's in my arms. She looks just like I imagined her to look. I'm so happy, ecstatic actually. The feeling of her weight in my arms is magical.
I wake up, it was a dream.
5 comments:
What a beautiful dream (with the added bonus of Russell Crowe!).
I wish all births were so peaceful and happy.
I hope it happens this way, minus the jungle and the bus stop!
What a great dream! I am so happy for you that you are almost there.
I had this recurring fantasy after Sally Ann died that, for my next pregnancy, I would get a c-section as early as the doctor would allow to just get that live baby out alive. Now I know that's just silly dead baby mama thinking.
Try to sit back and relax- your life is about to change forever. May the next several weeks be smooth and easy for you...
Lifting you up in prayers.
Breathe.
Much much love and prayer,
Chantal
hm, seems like the dream was about something else and got preempted with a very nice birth!
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