I’m not going to lie to my boys. Except when they ask what I’m eating. It’s NEVER chocolate! There’s no point right now in their lives to tell them about the pushing and all that…as neither of them were born that way and this one won’t be either.
But it’s a question that keeps coming up. Along with “how do you wee, you don’t have a penis?” And “do you wee from your bum?” Obviously my boys are obsessed with toilet talk. But asking about baby and its arrival has them a bit confused.
So keeping it child friendly and age appropriate, I simply tell them the truth.
That mummy’s tummy will be cut open and baby will be born.
Simple and too the point. And that after mummy will need to be in hospital and be sore so will need plenty of cuddles and lots of help. Somehow this often leads to a conversation about poo, and that neither of them are changing poopy nappies. They always end up on poo talk. Boys….
Tonight while putting Maverick to bed, he said “I don’t want the doctor to cut your belly open. He doesn’t have a doctors bag.” It’s heartbreaking. To hear that from an almost 3 yo, and to really want to agree with him. I don’t want it either. I promised him that when we meet the doctor he can show him his doctors bag to make sure the specialist was up to scratch.
Every few days I cry about it. Wishing there was a magical 3rd option that was easier and less painful for all involved. But time is ticking away, it’s getting closer and closer. I’ve started getting things ready. Buying bassinets, clothes, looking for prams and such. Trying to get Maverick out of the cot and into a big boy bed. For a child who doesn’t like to be called little, he surely won’t leave the cot! Attempting to get my head around what I actually need. Hoping I’m not hospitalised early and having to do it all online!
Wanting to change everything around but not actually wanting to do the work. Still thinking 3 kids is mental.
But wouldn’t change it for the world!