Curtis
Written on 30 April 2004 at 5:40 p.m.

I hardly ever type my dreams but this one was WEIRD.

My mom was having a baby at her house and I was there helping. She had a midwife who we kept calling, but the midwife kept saying she had plenty of time, etc. And the baby was footling breech but I did an external version (during labor?!?) and turned him. And then Mom was like I think he's coming NOW and we called the midwife and she said, "But is this a VBAC?" and I said of course, and then the midwife freaked and was like "go to the hospital this minute!" and I was all mad because why hadn't the midwife asked if it was a VBAC before if she was uncomfortable with VBAC? Anyway. I also could, like, SEE the baby somehow before he was born and he was... of African descent. And Mom couldn't see him, so I was like, "I'll show you how to look" and then for a minute he was in MY uterus and I was like, "See?" and Mom said okay and then he went back. And then we called my Dad and he said congratulations and that he knew I would like my new little brother Curtis. (?!?!?)

So yeah. Attending at your 56-year-old mother's breech VBAC homebirth of your African-American brother Curtis. Is an interesting way to spend a dream.

My alarm went off, so I woke up before he was born. Dangit.

So yeah. The rest of my day has been much less interesting than that dream.

Now it's about to storm and I want some tortilla soup and Jason is not quite home but should be soon. So maybe we'll go eat if he got paid enough. Allllllright.

xoxoxo