September 8, 2007
I had my first baby dream last night.
I dreamed that I had Tony, and he had thick, curly black hair.. much like most italian baby boys. (Our child will not have that hair, though.) I was trying desperately to get him to “latch on” (for those without children, that’s the really glamorous name they give to breastfeeding), and it wasn’t working. “Come ON, Tony,” I’d say.
“But I don’t want to,” he’d whine. Oh, and he was three.
Tell me not that’s not the freakiest dream ever.
2:14 pm
[...] Dreams by Bryan Comer So…I have finally started having the “baby dreams”. Sarah wrote about one of her’s last Saturday. Now, I wasn’t trying to breast feed Tony at 3, but it was the first time I saw him in a dream. Sarah had had the baby…and left. We bundled him up, and she went home. She didn’t seem to care about seeing him. So, the next morning, I went to the hospital early, but the gate was closed. It was like one of those asylums, in the film noir flicks. I didn’t seem pissed at her, just couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t with me to see Tony. [...]