If the calm of birthing him were any sign of what's to come, Catelyn would say that this child would be quiet and cheerful. He would give her little trouble.
When she found out that she was with child, Catelyn didn't want to go to the sept. Her prayers to the seven last time she had a babe within her left her unsettled and so she didn't know what to do.
Dreams of cold and death haunted her every night. The stranger is mocking me! And she always woke up with the distinct feeling of falling into the blackness.
The sleepless nights took their toll on her until one day, she found herself stumbling upon the Godswood. A cold, desolate place with trees that cry bloody tears and twist in anguish. But still, she suddenly felt peace wash over her from the queer serenity of it all.
And so she sat beneath the heart tree and looked upon the pool as she stroked her belly. I can see why Ned loves it here. She imagined the child growing in there. She wanted another son, but this one won't bear his brother's burden. She imagined him to be a knight rescuing maidens from towers and fighting monsters and saving people.
Suddenly, the wind caressed her face and soothed her to sleep. She dreamt of crows and saltwater and lizard lions and a tree with a thousand eyes and people that look like children. When she woke up, Cat heard the wind again. It whispered a name.
Her boy grew up as expected, she indulged him and she didn't care. He was her babe and she didn't have to be with him as strict as she is with Robb. He would make a fine knight, her son. Her sweet boy would climb all the towers and rescue all the maidens.
She supposed as she nursed him back and stayed by his bedside that this was her gods' way of punishing her. She sought out comfort with gods foreign to her, old and barbaric. She prayed with all her might that any of them would hear her, especially the mother. Surely she would understand. After all, Bran keeps to the seven and he wants to live in the south where they'll surround him.
She finally understood how could a heart snap in two when they told her about his death. She had fought so hard for him. She fought for him with tears and restlessness and with her bare hands against illness and assassins.
Her Bran, her gentle knight, looks at his home without seeing. His head on a spike like a skewered animal. And every waking minute, it feels like she heard the news for the first time and that her heart was ripped out of her bones all over again, and again, and again…
And now she's free as what's left of her finally leaves her stony prison. Her heart is suddenly light, flying on a raven's wings all the way to the wall and beyond. And she sees her sweet Bran flying next to her on ice and fire, battling frozen monsters and saving everyone. And for the first time for as long as she could remember, Catelyn felt happy.