A few nights before Christmas I had a dream. That I had actually given birth to a live, healthy baby boy. The labor wasn’t too bad and had lasted only a few hours. And our baby, alive as can be, was in the room with us.
He didn’t have a name. And the nurse told us – You CANNOT leave until he has a name. We had waited so long for that moment, to have a child, and we couldn’t name him. Nothing seemed good enough. We couldn’t decide. We were happy, excited – and indecisive.
I think the name Seth was involved. I don’t remember if that was his first name, or middle name, or maybe just a name we were tossing around. But it’s the only name I remember from the dream. And this dream has stuck with me. I think about it often.
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