I thought I was so smart

Not by my choice, I had both my girls via C-Section.

When Rebecca was born, Julia just turned 3 years old. She was very aware of where the baby was inside mommy and that it was about to come out soon... but how?

I thought I was so smart - instead of giving my 3 year old the "birds and the bees" talk, I just told her that the doctors were going to "cut the baby out of mommy's tummy." I showed Julia the C-Section scar I had from when they took her out. Then, I showed her where they would cut to take Rebecca out. I told Julia all about the medicine I'd get so that I wouldn't be in pain, and I reassured her that everything was normal and fine and would be hunky-dorey. After I had Rebecca, I let Julia see the new scar, and I talked about how I needed to take special care of the incision site to so that it would heal well and be fine.

Julia quickly forgot about all of that, as she should, and enjoyed her new baby sister.

I was happy to have dodged a simple conversation with my 3 year old about uterus' and vaginas and labor. I'd save it for another day, I figured.

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That 'nother day? Was yesterday. We had a quick anatomy lesson...
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When Julia goes to bed at night, she always reminds me to pray with her. It's part of our bedtime routine. Before we prayed, we talked about the different people who have requested our prayers recently, and I had mentioned that ____, one of my dear friends, was pregnant with a baby in her tummy.

_____ had a complication come up last week, and Julia and I were talking about how precious babies are while they're growing in tummies, and how we can pray that _____ and the baby inside her are healthy and happy.

Julia's prayer? It was a wonderful prayer of joy for the baby and the baby's mom, but then went into immediate tone of concern as she started talking about the day the baby will be "boring" and how the doctors will need to cut the baby out.

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boring?
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cut the baby out?

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I had to set this straight. Babies, of course, are born, not boring. And? Not everybody has their babies cut out. I carefully explained that sometimes babies are "pushed" out. And she, being the wonderfully curious 4 1/2 year old that she is, wondered how the doctors would push so hard that they could make a hole for the baby to come out.
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Hmm, instead of correcting that one? I just said - yes, let's pray about that. Maybe someday we'll understand. Goodnight!

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Someday, I will explain the whole deal to Julia. But right now? She's busy being a preschooler and doesn't need to worry about all that other stuff. And anyway? I don't want her thinking about WHERE babies come out every time she sees my friend ____. Ya know? Sometimes, ya just got to let a kid stay a kid.