Last night I had my very first HORRIBLE pregnancy dream. I woke up with my heart racing and sweating profusely.
I had a dream that I went into labor at 17 weeks. That in itself is a horrible nightmare. In my head I knew that the baby could not survive, but I had no choice but to deliver. I guess I had a c-section because I don't remember being in labor.
Baby was born and actually did really well. It was a boy and he was about 7lbs and breathing with just a little help. Next thing I know, I went to get him from the nurse. The other nurses all begged me not to look at him, but he was my baby, of course I wanted to see him. I looked around the partition (because apparently in my dreams they keep babies in cubicals) and I saw the back of a red headed mullet. Yep, you read that correctly my 17weeker was 7lbs and had a mullet. His hair was crimped, but not like the funky disheveled crimped look, but more like the 1980's "I paid to have this done" crimped style.
I have no idea why but he might as well have had 4 eyes. I freaked out!! Omg, that can not be my baby. What is wrong with him? I started begging the nurses not to make me take him home. I was actually scared of this baby. I could feel my heart racing as I called Mike and told him about how terrifying our new baby boy was. It was the most realistic feeling of fear I have ever experienced in a dream.
The last thing I remember was running out of the room trying to get away from my baby. Apparently this NICU was located at the mall, because I was running "Vanilla Sky" style through the middle of an empty mall. I just wanted to be as far away from that child as I possibly could. Then I woke up.
I'm not joking that it really was one of the most terrifying dreams I have ever had. I have no idea why I was so scared in the dream. Is a red crimped mullet the worst thing that could happen? In reality Mike and I would probably just embrace it by taking a family picture similar to this one.