Pooping Out Babies

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A few days ago I took the kids to see Mary, their amazing former nanny, and her 5 day old son.  The kids were virtually bouncing with excitement over seeing Mary, her husband and the new baby.  They were so excited, that I had to warn them that they had to be very careful around Mary since she had a c-section- that meant none of their normal jumping hugs, no tight squeezes, etc.

The kids were fascinated by this notion of a big cut on Mary’s belly and wanted to know if Aunt Red had a big cut on her belly when she had Baby Lala.  I told her that she did.  They mentioned a few other friends who also coincidentally had c-sections as well.  Then Scorch said that he didn’t remember me having a big boo-boo on my belly when the Bean was born.

I froze for a second because I didn’t have to have a c-section when I had my kids.  But I didn’t know if it was easier for them to just think I did or if I wanted to walk down the path that is natural childbirth with them.  Ultimately, I opted for a slightly modified version of the truth.

“Well, I didn’t have a boo-boo on my tummy when I had you guys. Ladies have a special hole down in their private area where babies can be born out of.”

I was very proud of myself for being honest without going into too much detail (something I’ve been guilty of in the past). The kids were quiet for a second, then Scorch spoke up again.

“So wait- ladies poop out babies?! That is so disgusting.  I am so glad I’m a boy.”

I was too busy laughing to correct him before we arrived at Mary’s house- here’s hoping he doesn’t start spreading that rumor around before we get a chance to have another discussion!

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About Heather

I adore my family, writing, books, cats, lazy mornings in bed, and chocolate. I'll never say no to breakfast for dinner, long talks with friends and lazy summer days at the pool with family. I've somehow morphed into a crazy sports mom, a skier and someone who lifts weights. My life is often crazy, always awesome and one I'm so happy to be living!

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