Friday, July 01, 2005


My dreams have haunted me.
A dream of lying in bed with my baby, skin to skin, saying over and over to my husband and midwife, "He can't be dead, he's so warm". Then having to get out of bed to watch HRH dance and being afraid that while I'm gone no one will hold him.

A dream of helping a friend with her baby who has microcephaly. That same baby, a grown man jogging down the street toward me.

A dream of going to a friend's website that sells baby things to read something she's written, and crying.

I'm sure my brain is working on something, but I don't know what.