I'm back from Jefferson. I spent the day cleaning and reading the updates on poor Stellan and his family. I am so scared for them.
Reading the fear in Jennifer's voice, reminded me so much of what I went through with Zoe. I pray that Stellan has a very different ending.
I had a dream last night, that I was walking around with Zoe. She was still and had her eyes closed. People were commenting that she seemed to sleep so much and be such an angel. When I told them it was because she was very sick and going to die any day, they thought I was crazy, but I took her everywhere and kept checking her to make sure she was still breathing. L.O. woke me up before the dream ended, but we all know what would have/did happen. It was very sad for me and quite chaotic.
I keep having these dreams where I know what's going to happen but no one believes me. My nights are filled with trying to convince droves of strangers that I am not crazy, only a bit more enlightened. I began to wake up, still pleading to be understood and believed, until consciousness settles in and I think,'wow, what a crazy night'. It seems to set the mood for the day if I am not careful.
I had no dreams the first night at the Bed and Breakfast and felt so rested the next day. I prayed for no dreams last night, and you see how that went.
With this day over, it's time for me to get ready for tomorrow and bedtime.
Niobe, I am crossing my fingers and hoping for your transfer.
Margaret, I am waiting for an update and I hope you and yours and your home are ok.
Angie, I'm so sorry about your finger. I hope you are feeling much better soon.
Carly, I am thinking of you tonight as well.
I'm hoping for Stellan as well of course.
I hope you all have a peaceful night (or morning for my friends in Oz).
I promise I am still sending your packages. I must wait for a paycheck as we just had a financial scare.
all my love, Lindsay
Jul 27, 2009
Back in reality...
Posted by Lindsay at 6:50 PM
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Thank you, Lindsay...healing healing healing. Sometimes I wish our hearts could heal as quickly as fingers do. With love.
Those bad dreams about our children are the worse! It just shows how much we keep them a part of our daily lives, because we love them so much.
Love to you,
Jenny
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