Adoption & Triplets

April 18, 2012

I’ve had a lot of vivid, detailed, kinda crazy weird dreams lately. My last one was about adoption. We adopted two children, one was a little black girl younger than Memory. We were at what looked like an Emergency entrance at a Hospital. There was a bunch of people in a semi-circle facing a man or woman (can’t remember)  held up the naked baby and called out, who wants to adopt this little girl? Everyone , including me, raised their hand. Most of the people raised their hand briefly and then put their hands down, as if that was enough, but I was jumping up and down and waving my arm around yelling, “I want her! I want her!” I glanced at Mitchell who was also in the semi-circle, but not standing next to me to make sure he agreed with this. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. The person holding the little girl announced that I would get to adopt her. I was thrilled! She didn’t have a name. Nothing was written on her birth-certificate, but her biological mother’s name, which was Thomasina (pronounced Tom-a-seen-a)  was on the certificate, so I just called the little girl Thom (Tom)  for short until we were able to figure out what we were going to name her. She had a lot of black curly hair and she was SO CUTE. The other child we adopted was a little Asian boy a little younger than Eventide. He couldn’t talk very well, and I don’t know if that was because he just hadn’t developed his language very well yet, or if he couldn’t speak English very well. He kind of just showed up in my dream and I knew that we had also adopted him (because that’s how dreams work!) I asked him what his name was and he told me it was “Tengu.” In my dream, we were living with my Brother-in-law Monty (Mitchell’s brother) and his wife Erika and their kids. Erika is Korean. I told her that I didn’t know what country Tengu was from, just that he was Asian. Erika told me that she didn’t know either but that she would talk to him in Korean and teach him that language.  We were upstairs when Memory and Thom came crawling up the stairs. Memory fell back and tumbled down several steps but was fine. I got distressed and woke up.

The next morning (today) I looked up the work Tengu to see if it meant anything. It says on Wikipedia: “Tengu (天狗^?, "heavenly dogs") are a class of supernatural creatures found in Japanese folklore, art, theater, and literature. They are one of the best known yōkai (monster-spirits) and are sometimes worshipped as Shinto kami (revered spirits or gods). Although they take their name from a dog-like Chinese demon (Tiangou), the tengu were originally thought to take the forms of birds of prey, and they are traditionally depicted with both human and avian characteristics. The earliest tengu were pictured with beaks, but this feature has often been humanized as an unnaturally long nose, which today is practically the tengu's defining characteristic in the popular imagination.

Buddhism long held that the tengu were disruptive demons and harbingers of war. Their image gradually softened, however, into one of protective, if still dangerous, spirits of the mountains and forests. Tengu are associated with the ascetic practice known as Shugendō, and they are usually depicted in the distinctive garb of its followers, the yamabushi.”

So apparently the little boy in my dream was Japanese….I was really surprised that Tengu was actually a real word. I had never heard of it before. When Mitchell got home from work, I told him about the dream. He said that maybe there’s a little girl name Thomasina at Sacred Heart hospital waiting for me and that I should call the hospital. I told him that’s pretty weird and that I’m not going to do that, but he said that dreams are important and that I should take them seriously, which I agree with. So I got online and looked up “Thomasina” on Wikipedia. I found out two extremely interesting things. First, Thomasina is often shortened to Tamsin. When I was in high school, I read a book with a character in it named Tamsin, and I loved that name, partly because it was so unique, and wanted to name one of my future daughters that. I had mentioned it to Mitchell once but he didn’t care much for it and I had forgotten about it. Well, TODAY, I was actually thinking about that name, BEFORE I looked up Thomasina. Isn’t that just crazy? The second interesting thing that I found when looking up the name was, “Thomasina or Thomasine is the feminine form of the given name Thomas, which means ‘twin’” This wouldn’t be so weird if I hadn’t had THREE dreams in the past few months about having TRIPLETS. When I read what I discovered about the name Thomasina to Mitchell, he said, “You’re brain is weird!” haha, right?! How in the world did my brain come up with that stuff?!?

You wanna hear about my triplet dreams? All righty then! The first one was pretty straight forward. I was pregnant and getting an ultrasound. My best friend, Jessica Purney (who is pregnant with twin boys), was with me . The ultrasound tech told me that she saw two babies in there…paused…and then said that I was actually having triplets. Both Jess and I were super shocked. Jess seemed upset for some reason. I wasn’t sure what to feel. Dream ended.

My second one is two weird to explain so I’ll just explain what I know how to. I was at a hospital, on a stretcher with an IV, when a nurse came in to the room and told me that Dr. Staben (who is actually my doctor in real life) did an ultrasound (apparently without my knowledge…) and discovered that I was having triplets and that they were all boys. Eek! I started crying and getting emotional and told the nurse that I had a dream that I was pregnant with triplets (in my dream, I remembered my previous triplet dream). Dream ended while I was telling the nurse about it.

My third one was the most bizarre! I was pregnant with triplets and in labor at home (and my home in the dream was exactly as it is in real life). I was having contractions but was not in pain in my dream. I was in the front room, crouched down, and pushed the first baby out. She was a girl! I don’t know if I set her down, or what, but she was gone and I immediately started working on pushing the second baby out. All during this time, Eventide is playing in the adjacent room, and Mitchell is just wandering around the house doing chores and stuff, which was totally normal in my dream…As I was trying to push out my second baby, my contractions stopped. So I stopped pushing. I had to poop (yeah, it’s gets even weirder). So I went to the toilet and in my attempt to go the bathroom, I started pushing out the baby, but instead of a head, the baby’s umbilical cord and one of her feet came out (for some reason, I knew this second baby was a girl), which was rather disconcerting. I waddled over to Mitchell and told him what was happening and said he needed to go get a midwife for me. He said as he was leaving that it would probably take him 30 minutes to an hour and half before he was back with the midwife. I was fine with that. I magically knew that the baby was going to be okay. I sat down on the couch. And then I woke up.

I must have baby on the brain or something! I’m ready to get pregnant again and have been thinking about it lot. Maybe weird crazy dreams are the result of that!