I don't ever dream of Rowan. I didn't when I was pregnant either - and during those months, I felt a little alarmed at the seeming lack of subconscious connection to my baby.
Now, I know better. I mean, I actually wish I would dream about him - kind of like being a teenager and believing the idea that if your last conscious thought was of your unsuspecting crush, that you would have magical dreams about them all night long. I do that. When I say I know better now, I mean that I understand that dreaming of something or not says nothing about where it fits in your soul.
I've wondered if maybe it's a kindness - maybe dreaming of him with us would cause the waking hours to feel even more empty. And by empty, I don't mean meaningless - I find lots of meaning in my life. I mean empty - full of holes and cracks that Rowan was supposed to fill. I still want to dream of him.
Today is 3 months since our sweet boy died. It feels like it's been 3 years.... partly because the days really crawl by and time is magnified.... but also because I can't believe we're doing so well. In the beginning, it felt like a black hole. It felt like there would be no way to feel joy again, to feel normal again. Now, just 3 months later, I feel like I've made years of progress. From the beginning, I knew that I needed to find my way back to finding joy in the little things, especially in my life as a mom. Because of the nature of losing a baby, it's easy to have that taken from you. But I didn't want Aiden to be the sacrifice... he needs me more now than ever.
Now, 3 months later, I usually brush my teeth. I also shower frequently, and get dinner on the table most of the time. I go for walks and play with Aiden, I meet up for coffee with friends, I'm getting back to work. Chase and I hold each other, we cry, we eat too much ice cream. We still haven't taken the crib down.
And last night, I dreamt of Rowan.