In as series of flashes in my dreams, these were the events that transpired in my dreams.

It started out with a celebration of finding out that the love of my life is pregnant, carrying our first child. And we understood that this was our first step and journey into parenthood.

We were both nervous. We were both afraid but we had each other and we knew that we could raise at least a child together.

It marked my first journey as a father and hell, I was scared and at the same time, excited.

The dreams flashes ahead into the day when the love of my life was in labor. It was nerve wrecking as it doesn't seem normal that night when she was about to give birth. Her water broke but it wasn't water as I expected it to be, instead, it had a tinge of red and I knew that something wasn't right.

We rushed to the hospital and she was wheeled into the delivery room. I couldn't go in because things were a little bit more complicated. It was all garbled and I was left to wait outside by myself. There was no one else around me. I was just by myself and I was scared.

My child and my wife, struggling and I couldn't even be there for them. Hell of a way to bring a man to his knees as he waits for life.

Then the nurse comes in and tells me that everything was alright. My wife was resting but the baby wasn't there. Her eyes opened and she told me that everything was alright. She told me she could do with a foot massage and we laughed.

The doctor brought me to the nursery and wrapped in blue, was a tiny boy snuggled up like a cocoon beneath his blankets. He was a little bit pink but he was sound asleep.

The dream flashes ahead and I'm in his room, and he's playing with his hands and making a grab for my fingers as i wave them in his tiny face. He was amused and irritated all at the same time.

The dream flashes ahead and now he is three years old. He is fair, he runs and he has his mother's eyes and his mother's smile. And when he smiles, he bites his tongue like his mother does. He has the wave of his mother's hair but it ends up in a curl just like mine.

And in a distance, I called out, "Jake!" and he comes running to me laughing and happy.

And then my dream ends.

I dreamed of my boy last weekend. And his name was Jacob.