The hardest part about attending MONA FOMA and all that it entails, is coming back to real life afterwards. The transition from blogging photos of rock gigs, back to everyday life conversations about how are calves are born (hang on kid, I’ll youtube a cow birth for you) and why is that bird dead (the cat tried to eat it, but the dog stole it instead) and can I poke it (please don’t, it probably has lice, but if you want to watch it finish dying, go ahead. Maybe we can get the cat back to speed the process up).
That is the hard part.
Of course, any morning that has an entire conversation about cow vaginas and how babies get out of their mummy’s tummy can’t be counted as terribly boring. I suspect that Amy is going to be That Girl in class this year, because I let her know that babies arrive via vagina and she’s not one to practise quiet tact if Boy A is telling everyone that doctors cut your tummy open to get the baby out. (His mother had a caesarean – I expect it’s a slightly easier conversation to have than the vagina talk.)
Real life is where it’s all at however, and while I might be bemoaning the lack of rock concerts in my future, eventually the children will get older and there will be more concerts and less morning sickness and nappy changing.
In the meantime, we go from this:
To this:
I think I’m okay with it.
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Meh, vaginas are entertaining.
And I am NOT JEALOUS AT ALL about your rock star photographer status now.
No. Not at all.
Well, *some* babies – most babies, indeed – arrive via vagina. But 25% of them in Australia arrive via a doctor cutting open the mummy’s tummy. So Boy A isn’t actually wrong, unless he contends that ALL babies arrive that way
(I just get a bit … picky? … at statements that suggest that all babies arrive via vagina, cos my three, for instance, are evidence that they don’t. And as my vet Dad would happily tell you, even among domesticated animals, surgical birth isn’t rare).
You did get a *little* picky…
We did have the “some women have their tummy cut” talk, but Amy was more interested in if I’d had my tummy cut – which I haven’t. So, you know. Hehe. I also didn’t tell her that Boy A was wrong – I just told her that Boy A wasn’t entirely correct when he asserted that that is how all babies arrive.
Well, it’s your blog – and your kid! However you choose to explain things to her (and write about it here) is entirely up to you. You aren’t obliged to explain to me or anyone else what the full context of the convo was, because no-one has yet died and made me Empress of the Known Internet (curses…)
I found it a little confronting, because there is a stigma around caesarian birth and I’ve been on the receiving end of it for over 8 years, but I can choose to look away, yes? I chose not to, so too bad for me. I own that.
Oh shush you, you were meant to see the tongue in cheek-ness of the first sentence. I figured I’d explain a bit, for the other women who might have wondered if we’d discussed caesarean birth.
Tis all good.
I’ve seen the stigma attached to caesarean birth, online especially and it kind of boggles my mind. Sometimes, the baby needs to come out fast and wheee, look, a sunroof. MAGIC. Except with more blood and pain.
Loving it, love all the photos and I ADORE Amanda Palmer
Oooh! Baby pumpkins! Or melons? Globe zucchini?
Pumpkin, I’m pretty sure. No idea what type, they’re from a heirloom mix.
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