Birthing Baby Dream

Last night I had a dream that I had the baby.  I was at the hospital, and it was just me and my doula.  For some reason, Scott wasn’t there.  My doula was telling me to push, and even though the labor must have progressed quickly, I felt so tired, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to push as long as I needed to in order to get this baby out!  But I stood in a squatting position and pushed with the doula coaching me.  The doctor wasn’t going to make it.  It was just me and her.   

Finally, the baby was born, and as the baby emerged into the world, I looked and saw that it was a boy.  At that point, Scott was finally in the room and he said, “I told you so!”  In my dream, I was thrilled this one was a boy, and wondered if the whole time I was pregnant I kept saying I thought it was a girl because I was afraid that I’d be disappointed if I thought it was a boy and it turned out to be a girl. 

Anyway, next thing I remember, I was at home, pulling the baby boy out of his car seat.  He slept soundly and then finally woke up.  When he woke up, I realized he hadn’t eaten since he was born!  I hadn’t even tried to nurse him!  So of course, I held him to me and nursed him, wondering how I could have forgotten to feed my poor baby over the last day or two. 

I woke up after that, realizing that there really is a little baby growing inside of me, and I’m looking forward to holding and meeting him or her soon!  9 more weeks to go!