Misplaced Baby

Last night was a doozie of a nightmare. H and I finally had a baby, who we named "Alex". It was difficult to tell whether it was a boy or a girl since we never changed its diaper. In fact, he or she remained tightly swaddled in a receiving blanket so that we were just only able to see a head full of dark hair and intense blue eyes. We finally took Alex to the doctor for a well-baby check, and while we were on the bus, there were a few couples who I'd gone to high school with. I asked one of them for a fresh diaper because I figured it would be awful to take our baby to the doctor without having changed the diaper. He would certainly realize at that point that H and I were neglecting our baby. We signed in and sat in a large waiting room with several different sections. I carefully placed Alex on the floor underneath my chair. Pretty soon, our names were called and we wandered off to a parenting class. While we were in the class, I realized that I left Alex under the chair in the waiting room and became panicked. I yelled at H to go find our baby, meanwhile I cried to anyone who would listen and insisted that "I'm really not a bad parent - I've never lost a baby before". People nodded their heads sagely, but gave me "the look" - the look that said they didn't believe a word I said. I became more and more hysterical, and went to look for our baby because H was taking a really long time. I went back in the waiting room, and it had changed - not only the layout, but all the people were different. I started looking under chairs, and I found several babies, but not one of them was Alex. I started wailing and accusing other mothers of stealing my baby. Just as I was about to call the authorities, I woke up.