The Dream

Since my last time post, life has drastically changed and in many sad ways stayed the same.  In May, we were excitedly getting ready to have a new baby in our home.  However, our Heavenly Father had a very different plan.  On May 17, 2015, our Bryton Elizabeth Wintle was born sleeping.   At first I could not write, eat or sleep.  Now I feel ready to share the whole story about having and losing our Bryton.

Bryton's story did not start in 2015 it started over 11 years ago in 2003 when I had a dream of a little girl that was handed to me in a box.  At the time, I was a few months pregnant in 2003.  I had a very vivid dream where I was in a very bright room and was handed a beautiful baby girl in a box.  The box was white with a see through lid.  I could see she was perfect so there was no alarm as to why she was in a box.  I was told her name was Elizabeth.   The dream was so real and vivid.  I told my husband about the dream and about how the baby was handed to be in a box but was perfect.  We both felt that this meant we were having a girl and that her name would be Elizabeth Belle (my husbands favorite princess is Belle).  I even told my mother-in-law about my dream and wrote it down very sure we were having a girl.  Still to this very moment I can remember all of the details of this dream as if I lived it.

Fast forward about a month later to our 20-week ultrasound and imagine our surprise when we are told we are having a boy.  I remember feeling shocked as it just did not feel right.  I remember when we were walking to the car my husband asked if I was ok and I told him it just feels strange that there is a boy inside of me when that dream was all so real.  So we brushed it off and went on to have a handsome baby boy named Ashton that we love greatly never being able to forget the dream and the baby girl named Elizabeth.