January 15, 2007 | Mama Smith
you psychiatrists out there
See if you can interpret this one. My dreams always lean on the vivid/extreme side, with pregnancy only heightening that bizarre factor. I groggily woke up this morning trying to explain the panic I felt about my most recent dream to Matthew. He just laughed.
All I remember is being unable to escape from this dream that seemed to go on for hours and hours. I was stuck in a boat that was being chased by a flock of ducks and turtles. Yet unlike normal ducks, they were all underwater, swimming towards us like snakes. They’d suddenly dive up on the boat and start biting me. I was frantically pulling off ducks and turtles, beating them on the boat to try and kill them. Go ahead and laugh, but it was still plenty creepy this morning. Maybe the smashing them on the boat was from me sharing with friends recently about having to smash the mice we’d catch on sticky traps in the old house I used to live in. Who ever really knows where these dreams come from though.
As for the Smith fort, it’s still under seige. B thankfully slept pretty hard last night, but woke up hacking and snotty and puffy-eyed again this morning. Matthew and I were telling him “I’m sorry” yesterday when he’d finishing a coughing or sneezing fit, so now whenever he coughs or sneezes, he looks at me and says “sorry”. Poor little guy.
So far today, he’s just sat in his car-box (Matthew made for him a few months back) and watched Signing Time over and over. Three times so far. He’s not up for much else. We read for awhile, but he just laid next to me on the floor.
He did perk up some after a short nap when I managed to get some pillows made for our couch and a fabric wall hanging we’re putting up behind our t.v. When Matthew gets it up tonight, we’ll try to snap some shots.
He played “I see you” with me behind the high chair briefly before crashing on the couch again. He loves to hide and pop out saying “See you!! See you!!” Poor puffy-eyed fella.
Not quite sure how we’re going to fill the rest of our day. No co-op trips or hanging out at the Maternal Wellness Center down the block. Any ideas for a sick 18 month old?
John said,
Your dreams? My Dad’s a shrink…i could ask him…probably just means you’re screwed up like the rest of us :)
as for brighton, hope he gets better…maybe he could use this time to learn a foreign language or to understand the stock market
alex said,
maybe he could use this time to learn a foreign language or to understand the stock market
LOL…:)))))
rediculous he does not understand the stock market yet!
For your dream, Amy, i guess you are quite right: the boat means your house probably and the ducks can be mice as well… makes sense to me.
However, get all well soon again!
Anne Deeb said,
okay, i’ll make an attempt:
1. the dream… well, i see the boat as your life, you said you’re stuck in it, and the turtles and ducks represent all the responsibilities you are trying to juggle and even more that will come with baby #2 (maybe turtles=Brighton responsibilites and ducks=2nd baby responsibilities). You are in the boat trying to manage all that is coming your way, it is a struggle. But don’t feel too bad, I don’t think that it means anything bad about your kiddos or responsibilities, it just means you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed.
2. today’s activities… well 2 ideas come to mind. first is putting on music and singing and dancing the day away. the second is… centers. I used to do this with Ellie and it could take up lots of time, hours even. Just grab several of B’s fav. toys/games and set them in areas around the living room. Get out the timer and set the timer for 2-5 minutes (probably shorter, like his attention span). Then he can play at each center for that time. When the time is up, he moves to the next station. Seeing all the toys laid out in a new way can be exciting as well as anticipating what he can play with next. This works well with a little older child, but with some hands on guidance from mom I think B will enjoy it.
Have fun!
Meg said,
About the dream, I can relate….it’s true, pregnancy can bring on some freaky dream sequences. Ken begged me to write some of mine down, but I never did…. Maybe yours is just a typical third-trimester dream about environmental and other threats, and you’re trying to protect your little one(s).
About things to do, I remember being stumped, too. Even things like puzzles seemed to end in tears since the frustratable-factor goes up when he doesn’t feel well. I did lots of videos and lots of juice. Oh, and making tents out of sheets and couch cushions….though that might have to be repeated for ten days straight when he wakes up each morning and remembers it….
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