Dream a little dream

So since the miscarriage I've been doing pretty well looking at the brighter side of things. At times I still really miss the happiness I felt talking to my belly. Other times I looked forward to having those feelings back again. I don't shy away from the subject. It's the same reason why I posted in my blog. It happened, it was unfortunate and sad, but we pick up the pieces and remember how good it was.

The other night I had a dream. I had been thinking and wishing that if there are spirits, I hope our little angel has moved on to a happy place. Chris and I had been talking about planting something in the yard as a memorial, but haven't looked into what type of plant to get. Then I had a dream...

I dreamed that I was upstairs with these 2 women who told me my baby is sick. They said it was something with the arteries and I need to go downstairs. When I went down, I saw a very small crying baby. But when I picked her up, she started to smile. She had the perfectly round face, and she pointed to a woman next to me. Then she said in Spanish! "She's been taking care of me" And then later they said the baby's name is Laurel Leaf.

I woke up that morning with those clear images in my mind. I felt happy and relieved. I didn't know if it was my subconscious mind soothing my worries, or that it was a message. Whatever it was it made me feel really good. And the fact that the name was a plant was especially odd. So I looked it up, and the Laural tree has little tiny yellow flowers. I think we now know what plant to buy.