Eric and I were in the hospital, and I'd delivered the baby. I wasn't in pain at all. I remember thinking that that part was kind of weird, but I sure was grateful.
We didn't have the baby with us though. I knew that I'd given birth earlier that morning, but for some reason they hadn't brought us the baby yet, even though it was nearly 6:00 p.m.
All of a sudden, I realized that I had forgotten to call one of my friends, a friend that I had promised that I would call as soon as our baby was born. That was the scariest part of the dream. I made the call, and everything was okay again.
I asked the nurse to bring us the baby, and she did. There was a whole room full of people there--my mom and Eric and me and a random aunt and uncle (??? I have no idea why they were there), as well as two neighborhood kids (again-I have no idea why they were there). We were all sitting on this really long couch and they brought our baby in.
She was beautiful. She was also huge. She looked like she was maybe two months old, even though I knew she was only a day old. She had dark brown hair, and we were all so happy to see her. She smiled at us all. I got to hold her before anyone else, and it was so very precious. Waaaaaaay more precious than any baby-holding I'd ever done at any other point in my life.
Then I woke up.
(After I went back to sleep I dreamed that I was following Jason Bourne around. We encountered numerous scary and life-threatening situations as he tried to piece together the missing aspects of his life. It was significantly more stressful than the baby dream. )(I've spent the last week watching The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bourne Ultimatum on DVD-just in case you are wondering.)