The dream version:
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.
2 comments:
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*
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.
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