I’m not a dreamer. I can only recall maybe 5 dreams my entire life. I think part of the reason I don’t dream at night, is because God says I need to take a break from dreaming during the day. You see, I dream ALL day long. My mom often tells me my head is in the clouds. That’s ok, because I think it’s those dreams and hopes that have carried me through some very difficult times.
To understand my dream from last night, I need to tell you this story. This story is about a very strange encounter, that to this day makes me scratch my head. It was just plain strange.
A little over 3 years ago, Jeff and I were shocked when we found out we were pregnant with Samantha. I had been in remission from cancer for 4 years. Seven months into my pregnancy I started showing some signs of preterm labor. I was working full time and finishing my Master’s Degree full time. I was overloaded, so showing some preterm labor signs wasn’t too surprising. I woke up one morning and realized I had absolutely nothing for Samantha if she arrived early. My baby shower was still a couple of weeks away, so I took the day off of work, loaded the kids in the car, and headed towards the local baby mart. My goal was to get a can of formula, diapers, bottles, and one package of onsies, if the little tyke arrived early. After 3 kids, I knew those few things were all I would truly need.
I was almost done with my shopping when we arrived in the formula aisle. Rebecca and Emily were looking at all the options and asked which variety we were buying. I responded, “Rebecca, grab the Enfamil. That’s what I used with you after I nursed you.” And that’s when it happened. A complete stranger handed Rebecca a business card and introduced herself as the Vice President of the local breastfeeding league. My ears kind of perked up, because I was intrigued as to why someone would approach an 11 year old girl instead of me, the parent.
Rebecca walked over to me and handed me her business card with huge brown, dilated eyes. I looked down at the card, took the Enfamil from Rebecca’s hands, placed it in the cart and gathered the kids to head towards the checkout aisle. As we passed the lady, she tapped me on my shoulder, and exclaimed, “You know… breast is best.”