Last Wednesday.
I sat there, breathing through another uncomfortable contraction. Hey, this breathing thing actually works! When there’s no pain!
Evan: Mommy, are they going to cut you open to get the baby?
Me: (chuckle) No, sweetheart. They do that for some women, but I doubt they’ll do that to me.
Evan: Oh. Ok.
He ran off. I sighed. Like I needed The-how-do-babies-get-out-of-Mommy’s-womb talk during labor.
A couple hours later.
Evan: Mommy, I’m going to be a doctor.
Me: Awesome.
Evan: (pulling out his Kung Fu Panda sword) And I’m going to help you. Let me cut you open and get the baby. (He sliced me open.)
Me: Thanks, baby.
April 21, 2010 at 1:38 am
At least he made you laugh during labor
April 21, 2010 at 11:28 am
Sooooo cute…
April 21, 2010 at 2:26 pm
haha. What a clever little guy.
April 21, 2010 at 5:03 pm
I love how my little boys always want to “help mommy feel better.” Last week, I got popsicles from them for my strep throat. Sounds like you have a future surgeon on your hands!