I
had another dream last night about being pregnant. I think that’s the fifth in
the last while. I am always surprised about how it happened! Sometimes I wonder
if A will be mad, like I went behind her back… I’m not sure why I’m dreaming
about pregnancy. Is it Mama Nature tugging at me while She can? Is it just
normal? I was looking at videos and pictures of myself right after Daniel’s
birth, remembering his squishy face and cone head and deep eyes. Remembering
how I’d almost given up, how I’d said “never again” after pushing him out. The
love of a parent is a strange and potent thing, or maybe all love makes us
blind. Maybe I’m dreaming of having another baby because mine is growing so
fast, climbs everything, doesn’t always want kisses anymore, or says things
like “boom, boom, music in the sky” about thunder.
I
have another theory about why that dream keeps repeating. I’ve been an achy
mama since Daniel’s birth. He’s two and a half already and my hips and knees
are still acting like I became a granny not a bio-mom! How many moms groan when
they stand up from the floor? Ok, maybe I’m not alone. What if it’s my body
chattering to me? Am I listening? Could it be saying, “Listen mama, you’re
really sad. Your heart is breaking a little watching him get further away each
day. Giving birth to D was the most intense thing that ever happened to you and
have you processed that?? Pay attention to me, I was his first home and I am
hurting.” I am not sure I am ready to hear you body, because if I do, maybe
I’ll let the pain go and won’t have a daily reminder that for a little while he
was all mine.
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