Tina Rowley

writer + (performer) + [space left open for surprises]

the smartest, weirdest newborn in the world

I had a dream about Finn last night. I dreamed that he was born and ready to be picked up at the hospital. (Apparently I didn't have to be there for the giving birth part.) I hurried to the hospital, and found a nurse tending to a tiny little baby that looked a lot like this:

Except newborn-sized and just wearing a diaper. And his glasses looked more like this:

And also, one of his internal organs was hanging outside his body with a note attached to it telling us not to worry, that it would eventually make its way back inside.

But the thing about this baby was that he was brilliantly precocious!

I said, "Hi, Finn!" - not expecting a response, of course - but he came back with "Hi!" and then I said, "Do you know who I am?" and he said, "You're my mommy! And I have a brother and a sister (huh?*) and my daddy is Dave."

* I took it to mean that he was dialed in with our future babies, so he didn't blow his credibility.

I grabbed his little carrier and made off home with him, and we were grinning at each other the whole way. Later, I attempted breastfeeding him, and a doctor from TV came into the room and confirmed that it was going well.

I'm just realizing that this isn't the first time I've dreamed about a precocious newborn who can speak. I had a dream once that Pete and Carolyn had a baby, and it had a huge head like a tennis ball and a teeny tiny body, and it could carry on conversations. Hmm.