Crappy Dream
Last night I dreamed that I had a baby prematurely, and that several of the babies in the ward that same night died of pneumonia--including mine. I spent part of the dream trying to find out what kind of unsanitary conditions could have led to so many babies dying at once, part of it trying to find someone on the staff who actually cared about the deaths, part of it looking for some of the other parents to see how they felt about it, and part of it weeping. The weeping part went on for quite a while.
In real life I don't let myself cry all that often. So I guess this dream is my way of having a weep over my infertility. Let's hope I don't need to have too many more like it.
