I dream about my children all the time…unfortunately, they are not usually peaceful or comforting dreams.
After my first miscarriage, I had a dream that my son was born and I was at my Grandma’s house showing him off to my whole family. At some point, my late Grandpa came into the room and was holding my son. He slowly walked out of the house with him. This was somewhat comforting, as I felt I was being shown that my son was safe with his great grandpa.
Although I don’t recall the dream in much detail, I do know I had a dream after my second loss…and that she was a girl named Bella. That is not a name that was ever on my list, but that is what I call her now.