With the livelihood and well-being of a totally dependent little human on our hands, it’s no wonder new moms fall victim to some strange baby dreams. (Hello, pressure and biggest responsibility ever.) Add postpartum hormones, and things are bound to get a little crazy.
I’ve heard stories of dreams that range from relatively harmless to downright gruesome—often going places you would never want them to. Even though it’s normal to dream this way doesn’t mean it’s fair, in my opinion. We moms have enough on our minds.
My particular dream airs on the lighter side, thank goodness, (I’m having a hard enough time getting sleep as it is), but it’s still a little unnerving when I’m “living” it.
Here’s how it goes: For whatever reason, I walk into a room chock-full of babies lined up in a row….The room is sterile and white—looks kind of like something out of those Geico car insurance commercials. A voice comes over a speaker, telling me to claim my baby, and I can’t. The babies are crying with their little arms and legs kicking, and I start to panic because I can’t tell which one is mine. I scan all the babies for my Baby Girl’s unique eyes or ears or nose or ears, but I can’t remember what she looks like. And I fail her. I fumble to place one of her identifying factors, and the crying surmounts, and then I wake up.
It doesn’t seem too pressing in the light of day, but in my dream, it feels like a life or death situation in the way only a dream can.
The stranger thing is, I’ve had this dream following the births of both of my children, multiple times. I can’t quite figure out which motherly anxiety is playing out in this scenario. Losing your child?
Do you have a recurring baby “nightmare?”