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Last night, I dreamed I had a baby.
My *fifth* baby, somehow I knew that. And I knew every single one of the kids' names, first and middle, as well as their ages. The fifth and presumably the last I was having was called Aeryn Lois, and yes I *do* remember choosing the name in the dream. And the father... was someone I'd talked about a baby with before, when we were together. And ironically the names of the kids we'd already had corresponded with names we'd talked about. And it was really beautiful, she was a perfect, healthy, beautiful baby girl.
I remember calling my mother who I somehow knew was several states away and saying "Aeryn Lois... who's that? Your granddaughter." And then bursting into ecstatic tears.
We never talked about Aeryn. We said Jiana and Cinnamon, and I was dead set on Mandela for one of them and the boy's name we were half serious about but there it was, just like we'd said. We never once mentioned Aeryn, and Lois came totally out of the blue. It's my maternal grandmother's name, and she and I have had a wonderful close relationship for as long as I can remember.
I remember after we'd both called our parents all four of the other kids came walking in and all ended up sitting crowded on the edge of the bed wanting to meet the baby, and he was like, "Can we all squish in?" To which I responded "Don't squish Aeryn!"
All in all, amazing. The end of the dream sequence was my extended family and his all turning up to celebrate, and the lot of us walking into church. The last thing I remember hearing was the pastor saying, "Aeryn Lois, I baptize you in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit." Then I woke up, with an image of her in her little pink dress and all that dark hair growing like a wild horse's mane, inherited down through three generations of girls before her, all on my side of the family. Every one of my girls had that hair, and since he's smaller than I am and I'm not exactly huge they were all slightly built. Our son looked just like him, birdlike, even more delicate than me. She had my eyes, one of each color blue and brown. It's not natural how it happened with me, but somehow Aeryn inherited it. None of my children could see either. He and I both had dogs, my trusty yellow lab and the golden retriever he's talked about getting. Bosco must've been close to retirement if my oldest child was ten, but still there he was, wagging his little tail down the church aisle and my four older kids with their canes falling in procession right behind us.
What might have been...
My *fifth* baby, somehow I knew that. And I knew every single one of the kids' names, first and middle, as well as their ages. The fifth and presumably the last I was having was called Aeryn Lois, and yes I *do* remember choosing the name in the dream. And the father... was someone I'd talked about a baby with before, when we were together. And ironically the names of the kids we'd already had corresponded with names we'd talked about. And it was really beautiful, she was a perfect, healthy, beautiful baby girl.
I remember calling my mother who I somehow knew was several states away and saying "Aeryn Lois... who's that? Your granddaughter." And then bursting into ecstatic tears.
We never talked about Aeryn. We said Jiana and Cinnamon, and I was dead set on Mandela for one of them and the boy's name we were half serious about but there it was, just like we'd said. We never once mentioned Aeryn, and Lois came totally out of the blue. It's my maternal grandmother's name, and she and I have had a wonderful close relationship for as long as I can remember.
I remember after we'd both called our parents all four of the other kids came walking in and all ended up sitting crowded on the edge of the bed wanting to meet the baby, and he was like, "Can we all squish in?" To which I responded "Don't squish Aeryn!"
All in all, amazing. The end of the dream sequence was my extended family and his all turning up to celebrate, and the lot of us walking into church. The last thing I remember hearing was the pastor saying, "Aeryn Lois, I baptize you in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit." Then I woke up, with an image of her in her little pink dress and all that dark hair growing like a wild horse's mane, inherited down through three generations of girls before her, all on my side of the family. Every one of my girls had that hair, and since he's smaller than I am and I'm not exactly huge they were all slightly built. Our son looked just like him, birdlike, even more delicate than me. She had my eyes, one of each color blue and brown. It's not natural how it happened with me, but somehow Aeryn inherited it. None of my children could see either. He and I both had dogs, my trusty yellow lab and the golden retriever he's talked about getting. Bosco must've been close to retirement if my oldest child was ten, but still there he was, wagging his little tail down the church aisle and my four older kids with their canes falling in procession right behind us.
What might have been...
