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.
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.