I left her on a grocery store shelf. I was shopping, and I forgot a few things so I went back for them. And while I was getting them, I put the baby down somewhere and forgot to pick her up again. I checked out and made it partway home, pushing my grocery cart full of groceries, before I realized my mistake. I turned around to go back. There was a huge hill I had to go up that I don’t remember being there before. And no sidewalk. I ran up the hill, pushing the cart, as fast as I could. But when I got to the top, it looked like the store was closed. The lights were off. There were no people. Something caught my eye: lights. In the back. Someone was still there. Maybe they would let me in to find my baby? I hurried over and found a friend from Brooklyn and her kids.
“I think I left my baby in there,” I told her.
“Oh, well, it looks like the janitor is still there. Maybe he will let you in,” she said, and pointed metoward the doors closest to where he was working. He opened the doors just as I got there.
“Um, excuse me, sir. I think I left my baby in there. Have you seen her?”
“I may have, let’s go in and check it out.”
I followed him in and ran over to where I thought she would be. Sure enough. There she was, wrapped in her blanket, lying on a shelf. There was a note there with her, written to Crown Hair, which, I assume, was what whoever wrote it decided to call my baby. I picked her up. Crown Hair. I can see why they might call her that. I carried her out of the store and thought nothing more of it . . . until I woke up and thought about all the times I had feared leaving one of my kids somewhere, had wondered if I might actually forget one and leave them behind.
I’m glad it has only ever happened in a dream.
What do you dream about when you dream about babies? Naming them? Forgetting about them? Have you ever accidentally left your child somewhere?