Dead Baby Dreams

I am exhausted today. Last night I had some of the worst nightmares I’ve had in a very long time, the type of nightmares that even when you wake up panting in fear with your cheeks stained by tears, when you calm down and fall back asleep, the nightmare starts up from where it left off.

The entire night I dreamt about a dead baby. The baby was mine but I don’t think it was Ava or Hannah. I can’t recall how or why the baby died, but I know Walter took the baby and put it in a plastic packet and threw is in the bin and I was inconsolable. I went to friends, Laura, oddly, you were at my friends house, and I started showing a movie of everything that we had been through in the last decade, everyone was in tears and utterly hysterical when the movie I was showing ended with my baby dying.

After leaving my friends house, I went back home and became completely hysterical, telling Walter we couldn’t let our baby be thrown out with the trash, that I wanted a proper memorial service for him/her and Walter telling me to calm down, the dustbin was down at the gate for garbage removal and he would go and fetch the baby’s dead body out the bin. He was sitting on our patio eating breakfast when the sound of the garbage removal truck started. I was screaming at him to hurry up before they crushed our baby’s dead body in the truck and he just carried on sitting there staring at me and not moving.

It was hugely upsetting, I work up at 4am and wanted to get up and start the day, to afraid to close my eyes in case the dream carried on. The feelings I experienced were very very real and reminded me so much of the crushing devastation, desolation and complete sense of hopelessness and loss I experienced with everyone of my miscarriages. I still remember those feelings so clearly. During those times of immeasurable pain, sleep was my greatest escape and I would pray that I would never wake up from those sleeps because waking up and having the reminder of what I had lost, of the pain I had to live through, of the immeasurable grief was just too much to bare and that is how this bizarre dream made me feel.

Of course, I don’t put too much faith in the meanings behind dreams but I did look into this one and all the reading I’ve done on it this morning all points to the same thing:

To see a dead baby in your dream indicates that some attribute or feature that you possess no longer exists.

To see a dead baby in your dream symbolizes the ending of something that was once a part of you.


Earlier this week, we received Hannah’s final adoption order. In essence, the end of our very long 11 year journey to family creation has finally ended. There has been immeasurable pain, loss, suffering and grief in the past 11 years but it is finally now well and truly over. I have everything I ever wanted, an amazing husband and two gorgeous girls. We are a family of four and this is the dream that I worked for for what felt like an eternity.

Perhaps my horrific dream last night was my subconscious finally accepting that what has gone before is finally over? My infertility defined so much of who I was and how I interacted with others for such a very long time and its only really in the last year that I am starting to feel like I am letting go of that part of my identity, I’m no longer defined by it, I am no longer focused on it. It’s over. Its been the toughest challenge I have faced in my life so far but it became such a huge part of me, of how I saw and interacted with the world, that perhaps on some subconscious level I’ve been battling to let go of it.

But it is done. Like the dead baby, it’s dead and gone and thrown out with the trash. The memory of what I went through will stay with me forever, its very existence has changed who I am.



    November 8, 2013 at 11:54 am

    What a horrible dream! I firmly believe that all the dreadful things we go through in life happens for a reason. They help us grow and shape us. Some for the better and others not so much. I believe that your journey, even though very painful at times, led you to the path you are on now. And it is inspiring. Do you even know how many people’s lives you have changed through your blog and adoption activism? Do you realize how many babies found forever homes, in part, because of all the work you have done? You should carry your infertility scars as battle scars and not look at them and just remember the pain. Be proud of them. They led you to the place you are now. A place of inspiration to others and hope.

  • Cindy

    November 8, 2013 at 12:31 pm

    Those realistic dreams are so hard to shake even hours after you wake up. I am glad that despite the pain and heartache that you had to go through to get you to this point, you are finally here and able to enjoy your gorgeous family.

  • Laura-kim le Roux

    November 8, 2013 at 3:06 pm

    I really don’t enjoy dreams like that and I have very vivid dreams often – not all nightmares but all very real and often exhausting!

    I do believe dreams carry meanings – sometimes they are clear – like this one and other times not so much!

  • Julie Brereton Buchner

    November 11, 2013 at 10:06 am

    Glad the dream did not continue! Hate those panic/freak out inducing dreams/nightmares!
    I also had an odd dream in the early hours of this morning — I went to a hostel/dormitory (similar to the ones I experienced at junior & senior school) and saw a little bird near the one wall-shelf. Kinda like a humming bird – very fast wings. It then took something out the shelf corner and threw it across the room to the top of a table – really quickly and shockingly hard. I saw a bald-ish belly of a baby bird and knew it had thrown it out of someone else’s nest and was going to lay its own egg there now. I ran to get tissue paper to pick it up with and when I returned it wasn’t a baby bird any more but a pre-toddler BIG baby in a very full nappy. Next part of dream was spent searching for someone with a big enough nappy… then some old craggy relatives of the baby arrived and they hadn’t known the baby was in the shelf or that he even existed (it was a boy but I couldn’t see his face). Then I woke up.
    Hehe – sorry, didn’t mean to share the whole thing. 🙂 Dreams are sure strange when they’re so detailed. x J

  • Shandana

    November 21, 2017 at 2:05 am

    Hi I lost my baby three weeks ago . It was an IUD and she was 36 weeks. I have been devastated since then and have been recalling the dreams I had during my pregnancy. One was almost similar to the nightmare you mentioned , the only difference being that I saw my baby dead in my dream wrapped in a big whote envelope.


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