So LagosDad and I sat V down yesterday morning and told him about the baby. Well, I told him – LagosDad just sat there.
I had been dreading it. I envisioned him lying down and beating his fists against the floor, kicking his legs and shouting, “Nooooo!” over and over again.
Here’s how it went.
Me: V – you know how mama’s back has been hurting?
Me: You know how papa took me to the doctor on Wednesday?
Me: Well, the doctor told me there was nothing wrong with my back. And he didn’t know why my back was hurting. So he said he had to do a blood test. You’ve had a blood test, haven’t you?
V: Yes and I cried so much. Did you cry?
Me: No, I didn’t. It didn’t hurt at all. Anyway, so we had to wait a little while, and then the doctor called papa and me back into his office. He told me that there was nothing wrong with my back. Then he asked me if I’ve been eating a lot. I have been eating a lot, haven’t I?
Me: Then he asked me if my tummy was getting bigger. It is getting bigger, isn’t it?
V: Yes, it’s getting very big!
Me: Then he said there was a baby growing in my tummy!
*anxiously waits for reaction*
V: In how many months will it come out?
Me: In six months.
V: No, I want it to be in ten months.
Me: Ok – in ten months (he has no concept of time anyway). Isn’t that exciting? You’re going to have a baby brother or sister! You’re going to be a big brother! And you can help mama do so many things – like give the baby a bath, feed the baby and change yucky nappies!
V: Yes! And you know. When the double-decker bus bed your ordered for me in Bali comes (we didn’t order it in Bali, we are YET to order it), I’m going to give my cot to the baby that comes out of your tummy. *taps my tummy*
Me: Oh V – you are going to be such a good big brother, aren’t you?
*big sigh of relief*