Dreaming

Amelia has had a baby, and Rosie is babysitting for her. I am unsure of the gender of the baby, but it feels more like a girl. Rosie is sitting in the bath with the baby; I am sitting outside of the bath, half-watching. Rosie gets distracted using her phone for what seems like ages. I think that she needs to watch the baby.

Minutes go by. I look into the water and see the baby at the bottom; I don’t know how long it’s been down. Rosie is still on her phone. I take the baby out of the water; the skin around its eyes is dark and slightly sunken, and I think it must be dead. I go to breathe into its mouth when I remember that it would be dangerous to do that if it doesn’t need it, so I put my ear to its chest and can hear a slow but very loud and strong heartbeat. I then put my ear to its mouth and can hear gentle breathing; I feel relieved.