Everyone loves a baby. We love to hold them, baby talk to them and most importantly, if it’s not yours, give it back to their mothers when we’ve got our fix. I am one of those people. My youngest is 3 years old. Any holding or cuddling is going to cost me a trip to my local chiropractor and some vicodin, so I cuddle the nearby babes as often as I can. For the simple reason, I have a 45lb 3yr old and he’d rather wrestle that cuddle. Shocked?!?! Well then you’ll enjoy today’s latest post…
I’ve noticed over the last couple of years, the bigger the baby, the more the questions about the delivery and a whole bunch of mommies clenching their legs together at just the thought of pushing something out bigger than 8 lbs. First things first, my son was a 10 pounder, delivered naturally and yes, he took my cervix out when he came. It’s funny, you go a whole nine months hoping for a healthy baby and trying to make sure you do everything right, as to keep baby in said belly warm, comfortable and healthy. It’s at the end of those nine months, when you’re pushing, and rather than seeing this tiny little newborn, out pops a toddler with luggage!! Trust me; your girl downstairs will never be the same. I say the bigger the baby, the sooner they sleep through the night though. So bring on the taco bell while pregnant!!
Today’s post isn’t just about big babies and their birth weight; it’s all about how they come out. Size doesn’t really matter; I just thought I’d add a little bit on current conversations had with several mommy friends and first time mommies. My real topic is on how babies get out, or rather, how they come to be. We, as mommies, always discuss size and our birth stories in front of our kids. I don’t think we have ever grasped the thought, they themselves are wondering how they or their sibling got out or what they got out from. While we think size, they think, “What’s a cervix?”
Tonight after dinner, my son came up to me and said “Mommy, you’re a girl and daddy is a boy.” I felt the need to ask him how he knew I was a girl and how he knew daddy was a boy. Upon questioning, he replied “Because daddy is a boy, so I am a boy!” I really should have seen this next part coming, but unfortunately I didn’t and left a door wide open for my 5 yr old.
My daughter then explains to my husband and I that I delivered her and my husband delivered my son. She explained that, after questioning how he got out of daddy, he (our son) was teeny tiny and just popped out of daddy and then grew into a baby. This is where I thought in my head, “Then what hell did I spend 5 hours for in the hospital that day if it was so easy??” I didn’t find it the right time to explain where babies come from. I did however find it necessary to explain the real difference of how mommy is a girl and daddy is a boy. This went over with giggles…from me! My children have grown up calling their parts, shooter and hoo-hah. For the simple reason, I can’t say penis and vagina without laughing like a 12 yr old school girl. I know! Delaying the inevitable I thought, turned into a conversation on difference tonight, in which my daughter tells me “boys have sticks and girls have lines!!”
Moral of the story and today’s lesson folks…when talking about size, remember the little people in the background. Who knows when they are going to come home and start questioning when, where and how they came to be. If you’re cool like me, you ‘all tell them a brown truck dropped them off and if they don’t listen, that brown truck will come back to get them.
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