I don't dream alot anymore. Which I am happy about because I know when I do it's horrible and I end up feeling shit for the rest of the day.
I was having a c-section and I had a baby girl. She was screaming, we were happy and I think Craig was jumping up and down at one point. Then suddenly they ran out with her and we just looked at each other like wtf. I don't know how I got there but I was standing at this glass door (the same door as the pregnancy assessment unit at Monash). When I looked inside they were doing CPR on 2 babies. I was pounding on the door crying and screaming Caitlin, wanting to know if it was my baby. I never found out because I woke up in tears :(
I hope it isn't a sign of things to come. Feel like just giving up
