Saturday, August 25, 2007

Sometimes Dreams Illuminate Reality

Many of you know the difficulties Steve and I have been facing the past few months with our troubled, yet unborn baby girl. Actually I shouldn’t just say Steve and me, because it’s also been very stressful for the kids, Jasper and Ruby. But the last several weeks we’ve felt quite a sense of peace. We’ve been content to calm down and wait for a while, to see what this child’s future may bring.

It’s amazing, though, to think about all the thoughts and emotions a person’s brain processes in a time of shock or grief—especially because much of that processing seems to occur away from the conscious mind. This became painfully clear to me when I woke up about 3:00 AM a few nights ago—horrified—and couldn’t get back to sleep. While my conscious mind had been focused on peace and patience, my dreams had been playing out my worst fears.

In the dream: I saw a 40-ish, nerdy father with glasses who had a daughter who was part-robot. Her limbs were robotic, and part of her torso seemed to be like the tin man’s in The Wizard of Oz. It was as if I were watching them on TV. They seemed to be in a small, dark apartment. The man and his wife, frumpy and out-dated in her appearance, appeared to have two new healthy and beautiful baby twin girls. The robotic daughter, much older, maybe 10, was acting up. She was frustrating the parents, and taking away from their ability to enjoy their baby girls. The mother told the father to take the daughter away. It was dark outside. He put her in the car, drove her to a dumpster, and dropped her in it. Somehow I understood that because of her robotic limbs she would not be able to get out of the dumpster, and would be helpless and die. At this point I woke up horrified, having to go to the bathroom urgently, and suddenly very afraid in my dark house, worried about Jasper and Ruby in their beds.

Unlike the clich├ęd movie scenes where the unkempt psychiatrist helps the confused patient unravel the meaning of her dreams, I knew the elements that had fed into this dream immediately when I woke up.

-It’s obvious the robotic daughter represented our unborn daughter with malformed limbs, but I knew that she was also partly the heroine from one of Jasper’s favorites shows—My Life as a Teenage Robot. This heroine is a true superhero, but she also breaks down when human children don’t, and sometimes resents her mother for creating her the way she did . . .

-The two healthy baby girls represented our two healthy children, and obviously my fears that this difficult pregnancy has already taken attention away from them, as well as the way their lives could be permanently altered if this little girl lives and is severely disabled. But I also knew that the healthy baby girls came from an Oprah I saw recently, featuring a woman whose ex-husband had murdered all of her children. She had eventually re-married, and had new twin baby girls with a new husband. Oprah asked her if these children would somehow replace the ones she’d lost, or if she would still keep their pictures up on the fridge.

Why a nerdy father, a frumpy mother, a small apartment, a dark night and a dumpster, I don’t know. It was the father’s choice, and it was casual—he didn’t even speed away. There was no abduction. So why I woke up so afraid in my house and for my children, I don’t know. And why was the robot daughter acting up, angering her parents? I certainly haven’t felt upset with our little daughter, or, of course, that she had any part or any blame in her unfortunately ill-formed body. I have only felt sad for her and protective of her--in my conscious mind.

But I guess the point is that this was not conscious. I remember this dream better than any I have had in my life. It’s jarring to think that my mind can be processing some things more acutely, more purely in the raw, than I dare to face them myself. But I’m grateful. Once thing I’m learning in this ordeal is that it seems to be in small moments, when tiny pieces of information penetrate your mind almost without your notice, that you come to terms with what you’re facing. The simple acts of arranging a burial plot and writing sample text for a birth and death announcement were mundane and not so painful. But after doing them, I realized I had begun to ease into the possibility of her death. Certainly, many thoughts and feelings in this process are very painful and very conscious.
I’d rather not have to endure them all the time. So whatever shock, grief, sadness, fear, anger, or frustration can be absorbed unconsciously, in my dreams—I’ll take it. I realize it’s importance now. My mind attempts to shelter me from some of the pain. What a blessing.

4 comments:

Jordon & Sara Roberts Family said...

Emily,
Thanks for sharing such personal thoughts. Your clarity and honesty about the situation is amazing and it does sound like your subconscious is working overtime to help you. I sure love you and really enjoyed seeing you and all the other roomies. As always, I am impressed by you and I am grateful to know you. You are in my prayers and thoughts and I will keep checking back here to read the updates. Thanks, Sara (Clement) Roberts

Amy said...

Emily,
I'm so grateful to have received your email. Thank you for including and trusting us. I've been thinking about you guys a lot since we saw you in June. My heart is breaking for you guys. As I sit here reading your blog, I'm just crying. Your entry about Jasper is so sweet. What an angel he is. I can't even imagine what you're going through with this pregnancy and upcoming birth. Please know that we're thinking of you and praying for you. We are happy to help in any way we can (babysitting for Doctor's appts, meals, prayers). Love, Amy Duke

jayna said...

can't wait for your new update!! remember that you do have an audience. lol.

colgoo said...

Emily,

Oh no! I am so sorry. What a difficult time for your family! Just keep taking it one day at a time!!! My heart aches for you to be going through this again, especially right after your loss of Charles last year. I wish that I could do something concrete to help. I'll pray for you and maybe an answer will come of something meaningful I could provide. Feel free to clue me in, though, if there is a service I could provide.

Colleen Goodsell