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I dreamt about you a lot last night. You were a boy, we named you Alex, and you came very early. In fact, you were born at about 6 months (I'm guessing I'm not very patient), but you were fully "cooked" and weighed about 7 pounds. I wasn't ready for you, of course, but I had two cribs, one of which was huge and one of which was teeny tiny. You were such a good baby, never crying, just watching us. I didn't know what to do to take care of you though. I kept forgetting to nurse you, and change your diapers. Your daddy forgot too, but not as much as I did. You were born on a Friday night. Monday morning, it dawned on me that I had to call in to work because obviously I couldn't go back now. That worried me because I was afraid my desk would suddenly get really busy (it's been so slow lately!), and be a huge burden on my colleagues. I thought for a while about going in, but decided I really shouldn't. So I called my boss and left a voice mail.

I promise to take better care of you than that. I have no idea what it means, but you were so beautiful, that's the image that's sticking in my mind!