Tasha Goes Blue: The Interrogator
My Baby Boy: “How will the baby come out of your belly?” his little voice squeaks innocently.
Me: “Uhhhh”…blank stare… “The Doctor takes it out!”
MBB: “Out of where?”
M: “Uhhh”…scared stare…internal cursing that my husband is not home…
MBB: “Out of your belly?” he finishes for me.
M: “YES!”…sigh of relief… “That’s IT!”
MBB: “Yeah, but HOW? Does the Doctor just pop it out of your belly button?” he presses.
M: …containing laughter… “God gave Mommies a special place on their bodies to take babies out of.”
MBB: “Where is that special place?”
M: “That is something you find out when you are a Daddy.”
MBB: “Ohhhh, OK Mommy!”
M: …collapse into chair…
Pregnancy brings so many new questions into our minds…and those of the big brothers and sisters who are in awe of our growing bellies! So the argument is, which is best? To be blunt and scientific and use all of the correct terminology? Or to give a blank stare and dance around the questions till you can change the subject? Good question! There has to be a middle ground!!
For me, it was all about giving just enough information to satisfy the interrogator! When the questions stopped, the answers stopped! Thankfully, I have not yet needed to have the birds and the bees talk (cringing at the thought!). That means my baby boy is growing up and I can’t bare the thought of it! (Are you seeing a theme with me?) Can’t we all just agree that babies come from storks and call it a day?! Now that I think about it, I think I’m going to check out completely on this one and leave the man-to-man talks to my husband. Better put on my dancing shoes…
