So I had a dream last night that I went to the hospital to have the baby…the next thing I knew I was at home with her…yes, her (sorry Justin). She was beautiful. I just laid there watching her sleep. Then she woke up hungry, so I was walking around feeding her. I heard this pop noise and felt something on my stomach. Justin said, oh, I think you lost a stitch. So I looked down and I had been cut open from my sternum to my groin and then across my entire stomach (like an upside down T). And there were no stitches. They had glued the incision shut. So when it “popped” the entire incision popped open. So I’m walking around trying to stick it back together. I was like, wow, that’s my esophagus…there are my intestines…hmmm… This went on for a while. I remember thinking, okay, so I had a c section I guess, but that’s not any kind of c section incision I’ve ever heard of. It was almost like an autopsy. Morbid, I know.
So I was just walking around trying to hold myself together. I was thinking, I guess I need some super glue. Then people starting showing up to see the baby (people I know, but who would NEVER come to my house, by the way). This whole time I’m walking around (naked) trying to close my incision back up. Then I was laying on the bed with the baby. And I was rubbing her soft little head…Then I realized, her head was shaped like a heart or a butt…Not sure how to describe it. It was like the soft spot was too big and her head was misshapen. So I was laying there rubbing her head going, man, I hope that goes away. OH MAN!! I left out the best part…
I remember thinking, I hope they stitched my tattoos back right…they did, but they were all blurry…then I noticed I had two extra ones…but they looked really weird. It looked like they had cut someone else’s off and grafted their skin onto me. One was a butterfly and the other was snoopy (why snoopy?? I have no idea!!). They almost looked like postage stamps…
Very weird stuff, people. Very weird stuff.