Bad Mom. Bad, bad Mom
Sunday, March 16, 2008
People who know me know that I dream the most bizarre dreams, and in color too. But last night marked an all time weirdness. I had my first dream about being a mother. I had a baby that I kept losing or dropping. I swear, I would hold it by the neck and drop it on the floor. I dropped it on the couch and so I picked it up by the leg and brought it back on the couch where I pretty much left it to be. One time I slept forgetting where my baby was and the next morning, it was on the crib crying. Hoen looks at me and assures me that IT (he or she) is ok and so I nod my head and went back to sleep. The last part was the weirdest. I was trying to breastfeed it but my nipples were not swollen at all. It’s almost as if I was never pregnant. So the baby, my baby, had a hard time trying to suck all the lactose out of me. I got so mad that I, get this, TOSSED it to where Hoen was and he feeds it through a bottle.
What does this mean? I don’t think I’ll ever know. But for what it’s worth, this just confirms that I’m not quite ready to be a mother just yet.
What does this mean? I don’t think I’ll ever know. But for what it’s worth, this just confirms that I’m not quite ready to be a mother just yet.
posted by maudester @ 11:33 PM
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