Yes I have the same thing, I have a reacurring nightmare of the horrible nurse I had in the hospital taking my son out of the room to the funeral director knowing it was the last time I would ever lay eyes on him...I wake up in a sweaty panic crying...I lost Oliver at 34 wks on New Years Eve and still have it although not as much as in the beginning, then it was nightly.

I cry myself to sleep almost every night and sleep with my daughters ashes. I keep dreaming that I'm still pregnant and that my daughter is alive and kicking inside of me. Then I wake up to the reality that she's not there anymore.

The morning my baby girl died I was 38 weeks 6 days. She woke me up at four in the morning kicking frantically and then I went into labour. For a few months after that I woke at 4am thinking I could feel her kicks, in the exact same pattern I felt her last

I remember the night I had the c-section I had a dream that I was giving my 2 year told a bath and he went under water and I couldn't pull him up, something was holding him under the water. I was screaming in the dream for someone to come help me and he was looking up at me with his eyes begging me to save him. It was horrible. The dream makes sense because I had my stillborn son that day.
For a few nights after I had similar dreams, all about not being able to get to my 2 year old son when he needed me.

I've only had one nightmare since Aaron was stillborn and it was that he was born alive but was severly deformed and wound up on life support. We waited months for him to pull through and he didn't and the day came that we had to make a decision to keep him on life support or pull him off. The nurse at the hospital was trying to convince me to pull him off because he didn't deserve to live cause he was deformed and she didn't understand why I loved him so much. I remember arguing with her in my dream about why I loved him and at the end of the argument she misunderstood me and pulled him off life support without my permission. When I came back into the room he was gone. It was a horrible dream, like reliving his death all over again. I woke up in tears because it felt so real.

That being said I've had a few good dreams too. More good ones than bad ones thankfully. I hope some good ones come your way soon that give you some peace and a tiny sliver of happiness. Hugs and love, Jessie

I am praying for some peace and comfort for you, KezzB