The Dream

You know this baby stuff is on your mind when you start dreaming about it! Although I have a lot of other things on my mind at the moment (jobs, or lack thereof) this is the first time I have had a dream about becoming a father. Of all places for this dream to be located, last night's dream took place at the Mater Hospital just after our bundle of joy arrived. It wasn't the most pleasant dream, but thankfully was far from a nightmare.

The Dream:
I was in the delivery ward and wifey had just delivered a healthy baby boy. This may be an on omen of some sort as we don't know the sex of the baby yet, but who knows?
I immediately texted all and sundry with the good news. I'm sure readers have received those SMS text message from people: ie John Smith, born, date, time, mum and dad fine etc. However in this dream I had texted everyone the wrong name. I vividly recall texting that my son's new name was David James Spurr along with the other details. (These two names are very far from what Kos and I have thought about in real life). I then returned to Kos who was recovering and told her about the text. She then went overboard telling me that this was not the name we had decided on if it were a boy. I immediately went into shock and then started texting everyone again with the real name (which I won't reveal here). In my dream I was cursing myself for being so stupid and waited for the backlash from friends about not knowing my son's name after just naming the boy earlier that day.

The dream then took an even stranger turn. Kos' family had planned a huge social event at the hospital. In the hospital's hall (do hospitals even have huge community halls?) were all of her family and friends who had been invited along to welcome the baby. If you know Kos' family, it is huge and perhaps this part of the dream comes from many a Pather family event held at the Dean Park Community Hall. This was all taking place just a day after Kos had given birth. Kos was looking slightly dishevelled, as is to be expected after giving birth the previous day, and I was extremely irritable that our newborn was being carried around the room, with each person in attendance holding the baby and shaking hands with the bub. Talk about weird! There were about 100 people in the room all hanging out to see the baby. At least everyone in this dream was keen to meet the newest addition to the family.
Perhaps a bit too keen!

I'm sure that this is not how the delivery and first couple of days will go. Either way, I am pretty sure I'll text everyone with the correct name. And if you don't get to the hospital to see us, don't worry we'll catch up soon after!