one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy — what a life.
I just had the most disturbing dream. In the dream, I went to the zoo (and didn’t even see any animals) and left Sami in the car w/out realizing it. Eight hours later, I went back to the car and Sami was alive, but emaciated. He looked like a little concentration camp victim.
I began to breastfeed him and was sort of spraying a stream of milk into his mouth (wish I had enough milk to do this in real life), which was opening like a little baby bird’s. It was so weird, and disturbing.
Hmm… it doesn’t take Freud to analyze this dream, when I am so terrified of my son being too skinny, and that I am going about this feeding thing all wrong.
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