Room full of babies and the burden of unclear Needs

"i was in a room full of babies, not sure whose they were, maybe all mine somehow, which didn't feel as strange in the dream as it does typing it out now. they were in different spots, some in cribs, some just kind of propped against couch cushions, and i kept moving between them trying to check on each one without a clear system for it. i'd pick one up and it would feel like a totally different baby than the one i just set down, heavier or lighter, older looking almost, and i never really questioned that shift, just adjusted and kept going. i remember counting them at one point, losing track around five or six, starting over and getting a different number each time. one of them started crying somewhere across the room and i went toward the sound except every crib i checked had a quiet baby in it, and the crying kept coming from somewhere just out of view, always the next room over, never the one i was actually in. i picked up bottles that were already made, feeding whichever baby was nearest without really registering if that was the right one that needed it. someone else was in the house too, moving around distantly, and i kept assuming they'd help but never actually saw them do anything, just heard footsteps in another hallway. at some point i was holding two at once, one on each arm, and a third one crawled into view from somewhere and i had this flash of panic wondering how i was supposed to manage all of them at the same time, though the panic faded almost as fast as it came. woke up with this leftover tired feeling in my arms, like i'd actually been carrying weight all night, took a second to remember there weren't actually any babies."