Dream Journal
I was laying in a hospital bed and had a baby. The nurse whisked my baby away for the standard tests, and another nurse helped me out of bed. I was exhausted and wanted to stay in bed, maybe take a nap, but I could not resist the nurse.
B and I were at a party, a very relaxed party with glasses of wine and women in heels. We sat on a couch facing another couple on another couch. He had the baby in her carriage.
He told the group how surprised he had been to find it had three legs. Three legs! I looked up, shocked he would say that about our child, and realized he was talking about the carriage. I asked him why those three legs did not have some sort of cover.
I realized that I hadn’t fed the baby since the hospital, and frighteningly wondered when that had been. I picked up my baby and tried to cradle her near my breast, but she squirmed and kicked much like my dog does when holding her on her back. I wondered how I would breast feed her with the bra I was wearing; I hadn’t planned this at all.
I excused myself from our small group and carried my baby into my mother’s computer room. I sat on her ancient couch and removed my top exposing my breasts. I held my girl so that her face was near my nipple, but she would not suckle.
I had no idea how to make her drink. I could feel the weight of the milk inside of my left breast, but had no idea how to make it come out. I put her on the couch beside me and pinched at my nipple. Nothing happened, so I pinched harder. I saw a bit of blood start to form at the tip of my nipple, and thought that could not be good.