I had a horrible dream last night..
I was in labour in some clinic (apparently in France) and they were telling me not to push and then my baby came out, he was tiny and there was something very wrong with the back of his head and the drs/midwives in the room wouldn't come close, they were all standing around. Looked like the back of his head had kept growing or something.
Next thing, we had a baby in a box and we frantically trying to ring Mike Henry to get travel insurance we didn't get before we left.
Woke me up..
It was 4am so I went back to sleep holding Eloise who was sleeping with me (her curtains fell off and DH didn't have time to fix it). Went to DH at 6.20am and told him and got a big hug..
Didn't mean to freak anyone out..