Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
How the baby gets out...
By Susanne Remic on 06 Feb 2012
My daughter has never really asked how the babies have been getting into my tummy, but she is interested in how they get out. So what to tell her?
We never made it a secret that she was an emergency section. We explained that she was getting upset so the doctors decided to cut open my tummy quickly. She is satisfied with this answer. During my second pregnancy, she assumed that her brother would be born the same way. Without going into the politics too much, we told her that the doctors might not need to cut my tummy open this time.
‘Well, how will the baby get out then?’ she asked, confused.
‘Well, the baby will come out of... my...um, flower.’
‘Your flower?!’
‘Yes. My vagina.’ I was keen to move away from the cutesy name nursery had given her for her privates.
‘You’re kidding me!’ she laughed and that was it. She refused to believe me and as it turned out, she was right. Her brother was delivered via c-section also and she rested easy in the knowledge that that was how babies were born.
This time, she is a little older. At the grand old age of seven, she now knows that babies can be born two different ways and she is fine with that. In fact, her ideas have changed somewhat. During a conversation about my impending hospital stay she told me she didn’t want me to have my tummy cut open again.
‘It won’t hurt,’ I told her. ‘They give me medicine so that I can’t feel anything.’
She thought about this for a moment and then told me, in a very serious voice, ‘Well, when I have a baby, I won’t let them cut my tummy open.’
‘That’s fine,’ I replied. ‘They might not need to.’
‘I think I’m going to just lay an egg.’ She told me firmly. ‘Either that, or I’m not going to have any babies at all.’
I wish it were that easy!
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