- When my boss asked about my due date, I confidently told her “End of October”. She gave me a “this can’t be right” look, I realized what I said and quickly corrected it. But since that day I hadn’t been able to shake the fear that these babies may come in October, way too early.
- H dreamt I was screaming about an hour before C was actually born.
- When we left the hospital without our babies, we called a cab as to avoid the hour-long ride on public transportation. Ten minutes later, an automated call tells me they cannot find us a cab (?!). We decide to walk to the metro station after all, just missing one train, and then the next because we stand too far off the spot where it actually stops – it’s not like I could just run over before the door closes. The next train, finally. After about half the ride, a young mother boards with her little girl in the stroller. A sweet and quiet and content toddler. Later, in preparation for getting off, mom turns the stroller so that the girl can see us. She looks at us, intently. Then she starts to wave and smile a little. At that point I lose it, begin to sob and bury my head in H’s shoulder. He keeps looking at the girl until they get off, and later tells me she was quite confused by my sadness.
- Later that night we go outside for a few minutes, to take a look at our babies’ constellations. Suddenly I see a shooting star, brighter than any I’ve seen in years. Actually I hadn’t seen any shooting star in years. H was sad because he missed it. The next night we went outside again, and both saw not one, but two shooting stars. Right between the A and C constellations.
Honestly, if anyone told me this, I’m not sure I’d believe it.