Dreamland...
Whitney Houston (that was the only weirdness in this dream, but I think she has a very soothing speaking voice) was doing a voiceover on how wonderful water birthing is and how you should have a water birth and let the baby float around in the water for a while, even after the placenta has been birthed as well, just let the baby and placenta float around still attached by the umbilical cord (okay, maybe that was a little different too, because I wouldn't just let the baby float around attached to the placenta).
Right after she said that part, I found myself in a big warm body of water (no pool walls in sight or anything), face-to-face with a newborn baby, eyes closed, still attached to his placenta (I never saw genitals, but I knew it was a boy, and I knew it was my baby even though the water was perfectly clear, totally unclouded by all the fluids involved in birth). Fast forward to a scene of the umbilical cord being cut after we'd gotten out of the water (we were both dry at this point). Fast forward again to me cradling him baby-style (in the crook of my elbow), deciding I needed to put some clothes on him so he wouldn't get cold (we were both naked - I hadn't diapered him yet).
I got to the closet and there were tons of new blue baby clothes. As I was trying to decide what to dress him in, he started rooting. I latched him on and he opened his eyes for the first time and looked directly at me.
Then I woke up.
I'm not quite sure what to make of it, but that was the most powerful dream I've ever had.
Posted by beenie at February 28, 2003 09:00 AM