Anxiety

I think I had my first pre-parent anxiety dream a couple nights ago. Warning: this is about breast feeding. Becca - you may want to stop reading. :)

I was nursing our baby. The baby was only supposed to be a few days old in the dream, couldn’t hold his head up, but was like 2 1/2 feet tall and must have weighed at least 25 pounds. Anyhow, in the dream I was still trying to get the hang of breastfeeding and it took a few tries to get going. Once, he choked on the milk, scaring the living hell out of me. Then he finally got on an nursed until he was full.

Here’s where the dream gets weird.

After he was full, I couldn’t get the milk to stop coming out. It just kept coming. I was soaking towels with it. Getting it all over everything. Meanwhile, I can’t clean off in the bathroom, because my brother-in-law is in there cleaning the mud off the paws of Dooce’s dog. (Why was Dooce’s dog there? Who knows?)

Eventually, the stress of the never-ending milk woke me up. And then I couldn’t get back to sleep for an hour and a half. Which has also been a theme recently.