Dream: Four months premature

Another crazy dream strikes again. I had had 2 others i never logged because i couldn’t remember them as well as this one. here goes…

I’m either in a hospital or an orphanage and i’m looking at this tiny baby about 6 inches long in an incubator. It is so tiny, that it looks like a small plastic doll. The lady/nurse there sees me looking at it and says to me. “Do you want this baby? take it home! maybe you will want to adopt it”

It’s birthmother was there sitting on a chair looking young, overweight, and anxious. She was blond. Well, i wasn’t there looking to adopt any baby, i don’t even know what I was doing there. But I took the baby home with me on impulse. It felt like I had just taken home a puppy except I needed to feed this one. This baby was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and it was naked. The lady gave me nothing for it. It had no clothes, no bed, no food. I remember thinking to myself ‘why the hell did that lady give me this baby?! it’s too small and would be better off in an incubator’ But I had it anyway and i set the baby aside somewhere and went about my business.

there was a dog portion to this dream i forgot to add.. and it falls right in here. here goes..after I put the baby aside I go to sit at a sewing machine and start going through some newspaper where there are adult breader yorkies for sale. I start to plan on what to do because I wanted a female puppy. I could get the male , get the female , have a litter, keep a female pup, then sell the rest of the litter. But i was stumped what to do about the adults after that. I couldn’t sell them too cuz i’d be too attached by then. I could sell the mom, but not the dad.. So i’d be stuck with 2, the dad and the female pup. That wouldn’t work at all. I realize now this is spin off from Gabe’s problem with his male yorkie and it’s daughter female pup he sold… strange..

A day and a half pass and I had forgotten about this baby. It was too small to cry so it was always silent. I freaked out when i suddenly realized that it hadn’t eaten in that long and could be dead already. I took the baby in one hand and held it against my chest to keep it warm and proceeded to make formula for it with my free hand. it was a struggle to juggle both things but I did it and fed it. It ate well despite having been neglected for more than a day.

My dream suddenly jumps back to the place where I got the baby. The nurse is being interrogated by a social worker woman and they are arguing back and forth about my having this baby. One says to the other “how can you give that baby away without making her sign or have the proper paper work. how can you give her that baby if it is 4 months premature. it needs medical treatment! If that baby dies, we’ll have to haul her to jail for it!”

Suddenly i’m freaked out having had this glimpse of what’s going on at the hospital/orphanage. I thought to myself ‘i was going to return the baby after a week anyway but now i can’t do that. I have to nurse the baby back to health first or i’ll be in trouble if it dies. So I took started to hold the baby in my hand the WHOLE time to keep it warm and I fed it formula every 2 hours.. I’d forget every now and again and feed it an hour late but I was mostly on top of it.

Next thing I know, this baby is female. I guess I didn’t realize that before. But it was a girl and I kept seeing flashes of the birthmom in my head and how she wanted someone to adopt the baby. a couple weeks pass (i’m guessing here) and next thing i know, this baby is the size of a normal newborn and has newborn knitted clothes on. very cute. I decided then that I wanted to adopt this baby. I would name her Jesenia and adopt her for myself.

I couldn’t wait to take the baby back to the orphanage and let the bmom see how big and healthy the baby was… I thought once they saw how well I cared for her, they’d want me to adopt her for sure. this is where my dream ends.

Strange thing about this dream is that the only time I had dreamed with premature, dying babies, they were boys. this one’s different in that I actually saved the baby’s life and it grew strong and healthy. But still, it was premature. strange, huh?