We had a nice weekend, which was wonderful. Jude did well all weekend, until yesterday. Mike's mom came to watch Jude for a few hours because I had a Scentsy party, and Mike was painting a salon for a friend. When I walked back in the door Jude was crying, and crying. I took him, and he seemed to calm down for a bit, and we just chalked it up to the fact he needed his mom. Then a little later he started the constant crying again, and I was at a loss. I gave him some Motrin, but he kept crying, so we tried Mylanta. I then tried some teething gel, and I am not sure which medication worked, but he finally calmed down. I then had to hold him the rest of the night, because he would have no part of being put down. Then I about ten I gave him his nightly medication, and he threw up everywhere!! Although, it was his strawberry pediasure that I fed him about five so I think his tummy had been hurting. He then just went straight to sleep, and slept all night long. He woke up this morning in smiles, so whatever it was that caused the issue seems to have disappeared. Jude's nurse starts today, and I will let you guys know how that goes.
So I had two strange issues with dreams last night. I seem to have the same dream over, and over, so I am going to share it on here to get your Freudian opinions. I think I mentioned it before and everyone just said I was nuts, ha! So rather than calling me crazy I am looking for a dissection of the dream itself. I have had this dream so many times that I know the exact route of the streets in my dream, and various people show up in it. Let me preface with letting you know that when my grandparents were alive they would travel to California every summer. Since I lived with them I have been with them twice, and driving all that way was a lasting memory. So in my dream I am always with my grandparents, and I have 16 hours to make it back to DFW to be at work the next morning. I remember being really stressed because I know if I don't make it back I will lose my job. On top of that we have all brought separate vehicles, and I have to drive back alone. I remember being really upset because I don't want to drive back by myself, and I know I have to cross two large suspension bridges to get back home. I hate suspension bridges, so therefore I am very stressed out because I don't want to cross them alone. They are man made twists of metal and scare me to death. So in last nights dream I was sitting on the side of the road crying because I didn't want to cross the bridge, and I was hoping my grandfather would show up. Instead Mike showed up, and told me I was being ridiculous, and needed to get my butt across the bridge. Then I woke up.
After that I went back to sleep, and had a dream my heart was in serious physical pain. I woke up, and realized I had incorporated a real event into my dream. My heart was hurting so bad, and it wasn't like heartburn. I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, and it was just painful. This really scared me, and I woke Mike up. We were both concerned, but soon the pain subsided. I have never had issues like that, so I guess it's something I eventually need to get checked out. Maybe it was just stress from my prior dream? I am normally pretty healthy, so it was a bit of a shock.
So what's the verdict? Do you have any reoccuring dreams? My grandfather always had one that he was on an elevator trying to get to the 13th floor, but everyone knows there is never a 13th floor.