Archive | April, 2016

sweet dreams

20 Apr

The other night I had a dream that I was taking piano lessons from Pharrell Williams.  Ever since then, I have been wanting to buy a piano and get back to playing.  But, also, I realized I have been having some crazy wild dreams and I thought maybe I should compile them into a post and see if I can make some people smile or scratch their heads.  So, here’s a few of the best ones I have had!

My favorite crazy/hilarious dream I have had was that Arturo came to me one day and said he had invented a curling iron and wanted to curl my hair with it.  I thought it was strange because this is the last thing Arturo would ever do…curl my hair?!?  Well, he convinced me to come into the bathroom and sit down for him to curl my hair.  I soon discovered that the “curling iron” he had made was actually just his poop formed into a shape that resembled a curling iron.  I was horrified.  I kept telling him he couldn’t put that in my hair, but he insisted and was so sure my hair would look fabulous once he finished.  I was crying the whole time he was “curling” my hair.  I kept telling him that he wasn’t curling my hair, he was just smearing poop all throughout it, but he was like a crazed madman and just kept going and telling me that it looked fabulous.  So, that was weird.

Another favorite dream starred my mom.  I dreamt that the world was in disarray, run by criminals, and any “good” people that were left were all in hiding terrified to leave their homes.  So, I was hiding my mom because she had military grade weapon technology inside her body and the bad guys were trying to find her to dissect her and obtain the military grade weapon technology.  We were hiding in the house where I grew up in Churchs Ferry, North Dakota.  (This house is no longer even there.)  We stayed in the basement most of the time because there weren’t very many windows and we didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing us.  The only time we went upstairs was to use the bathroom or to get food from the kitchen.  One day while I was upstairs taking a shower, I noticed a huge truck had pulled into our driveway.  I started screaming for my mom to hide because I was sure it was the bad guys.  But, it turned out to be four guys that I went to high school with who were there to help protect my mom.  I’m not exactly sure how the dream ended, but I think my mom stayed safe.

Another great dream combined elements of my past and my present.  I dreamt that I went to eat at The Crossroads, which was a truck stop in my hometown that is no longer in business.  When I went in, the place was packed and I couldn’t get any service.  There were tons of waitresses standing around gossiping with each other and ignoring anyone who came in the restaurant.  I looked and saw that one of my dear friends from Pueblo was waitressing and she was the only one doing anything.  She was running around like crazy trying to get all the customers taken care of.  I kept trying to get the attention of the other waitresses, but they just kept talking amongst themselves and ignoring me.

I heard one of them say, “Oh no.  She did it again.”

I was like, “What?  What happened?”

I then looked over and saw that my friend who was waitressing had puked all over the head of one of the customers.  She was apologizing profusely and trying to help him get cleaned up.

The other waitresses kept talking to each other.  “She does this all the time.  At least once a shift.  So gross.”

I was so disturbed.  I was yelling at them, “You need to help her!  She is overwhelmed! This is too much work for her!”

They continued to ignore me, so I decided to start helping her.

I have also couple of really weird birth dreams just this week.

The first one really upset me even though it is absolutely ridiculous.  I dreamt that I was only 18 weeks pregnant and I went into labor.  They couldn’t stop the labor and rushed me in for an emergency C-section.  Immediately after the baby was born, they rushed the baby off to the NICU and wouldn’t tell me anything about the health or the sex.  In my mind, I knew that a baby born that early could not live, but they wouldn’t tell me anything and I was a complete mess.  The next day, they came and took me to meet Baby.  The nurses were so excited and so I felt that it must all be okay.  They brought me to a six year old boy with a mouth full of teeth who was talking and calling me not mama, but Amanda.  I was so upset and confused.  I kept telling them this wasn’t my baby and they kept saying it was and acting like it was all totally normal.  They were trying to get me to pick him up and cradle him and to nurse him.  I just kept looking at all those teeth and telling them  I couldn’t.  I then woke up and I could hear my mom telling a bunch of my family that she had a dream that I gave birth to a six year old boy.  I was even more upset.  You had the same dream?  It must be true!  But then, I woke up for real and realized that I had a dream within a dream.

Two nights ago I dreamt that we went for a Dr.appointment and we were told that the Baby’s heart had stopped beating.  They were going to induce labor and have me deliver.  They did an ultrasound to check on the position of the baby and we discovered that it wasn’t a baby at all…it was a horse.  So, I gave birth to  a stillborn colt.

Obviously these last two dreams are wildly unrealistic and shouldn’t make me afraid, but to be honest, they both did make me nervous.  So, I was very relieved to go the Dr. yesterday and hear Frijole’s beautiful beating heart.  The Dr. had a hard time finding heartbeat again and by the time he finally did, I was in tears.  He was so patient with me and just kept telling me, “Don’t freak out.  I’ll tell you when it’s time to freak out.”

Other than that, things are going really well.  I am done with the all day nausea.  I am still puking a few times a week (quite a bit this morning) but it’s so much better!  I have had some mild kidney pain off and on, but so far, I haven’t passed anymore stones and I’m hoping not to!!  Physically, I am feeling so much more human, but that also makes me a little bit more anxious.  I NEED my pregnancy symptoms to reassure me that Baby is still growing and everything is fine.  Without all the wild symptoms, I almost don’t feel pregnant and I let my mind wander to all the scary places.

I was exactly 17 weeks at my appointment yesterday and I was really hoping that he would let me schedule my anatomy scan for 18 or 19 weeks.  I had it at 18 weeks with Angel.  But, no, he wants me to schedule it between 21-26 weeks. Ahh!  That feels so far away!!  Also, he wants me to go a specialist for the ultrasound.  He read me notes from the Dr. who did Angel’s C-section that said there is a 3-8% chance of repeat renal agenesis.  Why did he have to tell me that?!?  We were never told that. We were repeatedly told that Angel’s condition would not reoccur in subsequent pregnancies, that there was nothing genetic about his diagnosis and that it was like a strike of lightning, extremely rare and only happens once.  After the appointment, I talked it out with Arturo and reasoned that the Dr. put that in his notes because he probably couldn’t put 0%.  I mean, he can’t actually know for sure that it would NEVER happen again, so he put a very small % in.  I’m trying not to let it freak me out.  Before bed last night, I almost did a google search to see if I could find any stories about moms who have had two babies with the same condition, but I talked myself out of it.  It’s gonna be a long 4-9 weeks of waiting until I know for sure though!  They will call me to schedule the ultrasound sometime in the next week.

We did schedule my C-section yesterday.  I had a C-section with Angel and since this will likely be my last pregnancy, I decided to go that route again.  I am terrified of a failed VBAC.  I don’t want to spend hours laboring only to end in a C-section anyway.  I know there is no way to predict how my labor would go, but I just decided I don’t need anymore reasons to be panicked and am going for the C-section.  And the best part?!?  The C-section is scheduled for my birthday!!!!  So, unless there is a reason to move it up, this year will be the best birthday ever!

 

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