Eight Babies, Dripping Breasts, and Questions to Boot
While on vacation, I dreamed that I had given birth to eight babies. The dream began in medias res -- the actual birthing process was done and not particularly relevant. Instead the drama focused on the integration of caring for these new family members while finishing what I had started before they were born. I was mid-semester in classes, working fifteen hours a week for money, however small, that we could not afford to give up. I had already been off several days and needed to get back to it. I was wondering how I might quit the job and simply nestle in with these newborns, yet I wanted to finish classes. Double pull on my soul, triple when considering the financial questions within the context of the dream. Meanwhile, my milk suddenly came in. With breasts bursting, I realized I did not have my breast pump, loaned out as it was, and I was stressed not knowing what to do -- stay or go? Meanwhile, I looked at these totally adorable, peacefully sleeping bundles in my husband's a...