Miracle

To avoid anyone taking offense, I'm going to leave out names.

My various (and quite impossible) pregnancy dreams are apparently slowly progressing.

I dreamt that I had just given birth to a baby girl. (Literally just given birth.) I had intended to keep her during the pregnancy, but at the last second decided that I couldn't, being a broke, unmarried seventeen-year-old who is neither financial nor mentally fit to raise a child. I didn't feel connected to the baby at all, so she was easy to give up.

However, *****'s mom got really upset and was holding the baby, so I told her she could have it.

This was the part where the baby's name came about. One of us (and I don't recall who, but I'm hoping it wasn't me because this is just ridiculous) said out loud and very confidently that the baby's name was Miracle.

Then I considered that I don't think *****'s mom is fit to raise a baby because honestly, I don't think she did a great job of raising *****. So I took the baby back and gave her to a social worker like I had originally planned.