Thursday, October 09, 2008

psychoanalysis? no need, i think it's pretty clear!

The dream version:

P left us on the way home from a long trip to go fight a fire.  Birdie climbed out of her carseat and got into my seat with me and climbed up my face.  We were almost home and we would have made it if there had been two adults, but I had a challenging time driving with a baby on my face.

What really happened:

I woke up to a scream from Birdie's bedroom at 5am (she gets up between 7-8.)  Usually I wait and see if she'll go back to sleep, but in my sleep-daze, I jumped up and went right to her and scooped her up out of her crib without thinking.  I realized what I had done and fed her and rocked her a little and put her back in her crib.

She did not fall back asleep.  She moaned and whined for a half an hour.  I tried to sleep through it (yeah, I'm awful.)  P did sleep through it (the whole thing.  he usually does.)  At about 5:30, I went and brought Birdie to our bed.  I offered her a nice full boob and hoped for sleep.  I drifted a bit (I was so very tired) and managed to fall asleep enough to dream sometime in the 6 o'clock hour.  I woke up with one hand clutching a handful of Birdie's sleepsack and the other brushing a baby off my face as P slept peacefully next to us.


Furrow said...

That has happened to me. I've fallen asleep in the recliner while watching tv and jolted awake when I thought Zo was jumping off my lap -- it was my cat. And I've dreamed that Z was wearing a fur coat and riding on my shoulders-- it was my cat on my pillow.

On a side note, I wish Z could still sleep in our bed. It stopped working about 6 weeks ago. She won't go to sleep there. *Sniff*

Irish Girl said...

Dreams are pretty strange reflections of what is happening in our lives, aren't they?!

I hope you're doing ok -- all things considered. I know you have a lot on your plate right now. Thinking of you.