I had my first dream about the delivery and boy did it seem real.
I’m in bed and I feel R moving around so I place my hands at my pelvis and there’s a bulge on either side. I touch it and realize it’s tiny feet. I start crying because at that point I had only felt kicks, I hadn’t actually been able to distinguish body parts. Overjoyed, I continued to tickle R’s feet from the outside.
Suddenly, there was pressure. R was was pushing down. And then there was a pop and a gush of liquid (my water breaking, I assume). A few minutes passed but the pressure didn’t ease up. I put my hands between my legs and discovered my child’s head and neck. I was giving birth and didn’t know it! In a state of panic, I pulled R out the rest of the way. After wrapping R in a blanket, I called 911.
The delivery was definitely preterm but R was okay and beautiful of course. I even got a smile.
While this dream should freak me out, it doesn’t. I confess to watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians last night: Kim gave birth to premie North. All of my anxiety and this episode must have caught up with me.