A couple of weeks ago my daughter found a picture of herself from her Birth Day. She started to ask a bunch of questions, but mostly she was concerned with the blood on her legs.
"Is that the blood from when they cut your stomach open to get me out?"
"They didn't cut my stomach to get you out."
"Then how did I come out?"
(Fun Conversations With Kids!)
"You came out of my vagina."
"ARE YOU KIDDING?" She said, in a tone that suggested she was TOTALLY BLOWN AWAY.
"No, I'm not kidding."
"But how did I fit?"
I did my best to explain. I think I used words like "stretch" and also "cut a little with scissors."
She actually asked me if the doctors had a "pachina sewing kit to fix my pachina up."
HA HA HA.
Anyway. She's brought it up a few times since we talked about. Like, we'll be out shopping and out of the blue she'll say something like "Mommy, did the doctor have to cut your pachina a little to get me out of your tummy?"
Tony was like "why did you tell her that?" You know, I could have made up some cute little stories about how babies magically float out of your stomach in a Bubble of God Love or something. But that's not how I roll. I've always been honest with my kids when it comes to How Our Bodies Work.
Yesterday I was watching 16 & Pregnant while the kids were outside with PigHunter. G walked in to grab a drink just as the girl was giving birth.
She stopped. Stared at the TV.
"She's pushing her baby out of her Pachinee, Mommy!" She shrieked. "Is that what it was like when you pushed me out of your pachinee?"
"Yep. That's how you came out. Just like that."
She stood there to watch and it was like suddenly, IT ALL MADE SENSE-- her very own "A-ha! Moment."
She grabbed her drink, walked out of the room without saying a word. Twenty minutes later, she walked back in and handed me a picture and said "This is from the day you had me."
She hasn't asked another question since.
Your daughter is so awesome. I love it.