I dreamed my cousin had a baby who was born very prematurely. I was on the phone with her mother, who was calling from the hospital to fill me in on the story. Apparently things were very touch and go, and the baby was in such a state that he could just as easily decide to go back where he came from as stay here with us. So my Aunt had decided we needed to make an impression. She was recruiting family members to speak to the baby together, all together and in one voice, which would pull him forcefully into this side of life. This seemed a perfectly reasonable idea to me.
On waking, I was struck by the idea that it’s the voices of family that pull the child into the world. What a lovely thought.