Baby came with many instructions & particular conditions. There was a schedule and some multi-stepped, complicated method of preparing it's formula in some unrecognizable contraptions. I didn't even recognize it's bottle. I was rummaging through the baby's boxes looking for ? maybe a diaper and clothing. I made a bit of a mess, as I pulled items out of different boxes and set them down in various places in my room. I wasn't feeling overwhelmned but I was thinking all the conditions and contraptions were basically unnecessary.. but I still wanted to be obedient and adhere to the rules. I thought if I can't figure out how to work all this stuff, I have some extra baby supplies.
This part is interesting. The baby had been brought in through my living room window by Paul. I thought of Paul as an 'overseer' in the dream. (IRL, Paul was the property manager of a place I worked in)
I was taking the baby for a bath & enroute, I saw Paul peeking through the living room window. He had come to check up on me and baby already. Baby was dressed in all-white, too loose & too much clothing (receiving blankets, nighties, undershirts & cloth diaper) As I was walking down the hallway, it's clothing was falling off. Baby filled my arms; it was a few months old but physically it looked like and weighed like a 6-7 month old.
I'm holding baby & trying to reach for a specific towel set smack dab in the center of a pile of other towels in my very full linen closet. I called out for my son to help me because the stacks of linen were starting to fall out. He came running but the linens all fell on the floor. Quite a mess.
I took baby back to my room and wondered what Paul would think about the state of clutter. He was sitting in a corner armchair, slouching down in a really relaxed, casual position. I think he came through the window again. His facial expression was calm & I thought he seemed to be ok with the temporary state of upheaval in the apt.
I walked into my room and noticed my 'bed' had been pulled away from the corner walls. That struck me as odd but I pushed it back against the wall with my foot & I set baby on the bed. I started to change it's diaper. I was wondering how long I would have to use cloth diapers and if I could or should switch to disposable pampers after a few months. I was mentally doing laundry, estimating how many diapers I could fit into a washing machine. I could feel Paul's presence or eyes watching me but I wasn't uncomfortable at all. End
Hmmm.. too much turkey?
In His Love, connie
