22 Weeks

Believe it or not, Ansley (yes, my 4 year old) is the photographer here. She was helping me set up my lighting and wanted to take my picture instead of me taking hers... these were the results of her making funny noises so I would smile as she yelled "saaayyyy cheeeeesssseee!" and "smile!"... What a ham!




On a different note, I dreamed of Wyatt again last night. It was a weird combination of dreams but the jist of it was that Wyatt was almost nine months old and doctors were still telling us they expected him to die any second because he shouldn't be alive. I spent my entire dream trying to keep him from going to sleep for fear of him slipping away from us while he dozed. It wasn't a sad dream though... Wyatt looked perfectly healthy. He was babbling and saying "ma ma ma ma ma" and "da da da da da". He was blowing raspberries and laughing. I remember looking at him and thinking the doctors were stupid and needed to go back to medical school because seemed to be so perfect.

I was even woken up from my dream once and able to go right back to sleep and pick up where I had left off in my dream. It was great. Sure, I woke up missing Wyatt, but I miss him everyday anyways... I wasn't so sad after dreaming of him this time. Maybe because I knew it was a dream instead of hoping it was reality this time around. I hope I am able to have more dreams of Wyatt like this. It was really nice to spend time with him, even if it was only a dream.