Last night I had a dream. I only remember the very last part.
I was standing on a high bridge over a high river that was not completely unfamiliar to me. The river did not frighten me except that I was high above it and my circumstances were less than ideal, to say the least. I was pregnant and in labor and was talking on the phone with my mother who couldn’t hear me very well. I was trying to tell her that I needed to get off the phone because I was about to give birth when the baby dropped out of me and fell into the river. I dropped the phone and jumped into the river where the baby was floating. The baby looked exactly like all my babies looked to me when they were newborn in real life; beautiful and alert. I felt relieved that the baby was safe with me and I held it in the water and put kisses all over their little soft face and said, “You are very strong.”