A dream

Last night I had my first dream, that I can remember, about Stella. In the dream she has been in the NICU but she got to come home safely. I was at home breastfeeding her and looking down at her face. She was beautiful, so beautiful. She kept falling asleep. Then it shifted to I had her on a blanket while I tried to get the cloth part of her bouncy chair. I turned to talk to her and she was gone. But it wasn't a scary, sad gone, it was a 'where did that little one get to?' gone. I searched all over the house and she was in her bedroom on the floor with Alice, the dog. This was particularly odd because in the dream she wasn't exactly big enough to have crawled to the bedroom. It was such a nice, innocent dream. I woke up happy that I got to see her face again and have that bit of excitement about being a mom. It makes me wonder if it was her invading my mind to say hello and she's safe and happy or was it the new baby invading my mind to say things can turn out okay. Or is it just that I've been thinking about her a lot lately and looking at photos more?