You know that moment… that moment where you feel all is right and good and then… WHAM! I have moments sometimes like that with Kiera. They always turn out to be memorable moments, so I am not complaining but a lot of the time that is how they feel.
Take for instance a couple of weeks ago; I was putting Kiera to bed. She says, “I love you, Mommy.” I smiled and replied, “I love you too, baby.” That is a great moment. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them and said, “Why do people die?” And just like that… WHAM!
Thankfully, they are not always that deep, but sometimes, I hold my breath waiting to see if they are going to get deep.
Tonight, as Kiera was taking a bath, we had a WHAM! moment. Let me set the scene for you.
I had let her play in the bath for a bit while I was putting up laundry. I came in and announced it was time to wash her. I kneeled beside the tub and leaned her back to wet her hair. As I began to rub shampoo in her hair, she started to play with the brush and comb that were in the water.Now, since these two items are fixing to have a very interesting conversation, let me introduce you to them.
First, we have purple wide tooth comb. Mr. Comb has been with our family for a couple of years now. He stays in the bathtub and combs through conditioned hair. Now, you may ask how I know he is a mister. We will come to that detail in a moment.
Second, we have amazing pink brush. Mrs. Brush has recently joined our family in the last month. She is known as amazing because she brushes through Kiera’s hair and there is no screaming about tangles. Actually, she should probably be called Mrs. Brush-Comb, since she is married to Mr. Comb, but just for easier storytelling, we will just stick with Mrs. Brush.
Let’s head back to the original story. As I began to soap up Kiera’s hair, she laid Mrs. Brush in her lap and covered her with a rag. She tucked the rag/pretend blanket around Mrs. Brush. She then picked up Mr. Comb and stood him up as if he was walking around.
In a gruff voice, Kiera/Mr. Comb says, “Honey, where are you?”
“I’m in my doctor bed.” Said Kiera/Mrs. Brush in a high-pitched voice. “I’m going to have a baby.”
And… WHAM! Here I was feeling fairly confident that we had finished all the baby talk. Nope. Apparently not, considering Mrs. Brush is waiting to give birth. I held my breath waiting to see how their story was going to turn out and at what point I should begin my distraction techniques.
“I’m brushing my teeth.” Mr. Comb replied.
“Ok. They have to check me soon.” Mrs. Brush told Mr. Comb in her high-pitched voice.
Oh. Dear. Heavens.
At that point, I managed to get Kiera to lie back in the water so I could rinse her hair, halfway hoping that Mr. Comb and Mrs. Brush would go on their merry way. No such luck.
As Kiera sat up, she grabbed her two rubber ducks and placed them in the water. She grinned at me and said, “Here are her doctors.”
“Oh, good,” I replied, trying to muster up enthusiasm.
Mrs. Brush yelled to Mr. Comb, “I can’t get up yet! I have to stay here until I have the baby! They have to check me and blah, blah, blah.”
I can only assume that Mrs. Brush was a little frustrated about having to stay in bed or maybe she wasn’t sure about the two rubber ducks doctors that would be delivering her baby.
“She is not having her baby yet.” Kiera said.
“She’s not? Why not?” I asked. Yes. I asked. That is one of those moments where I forget to think before speaking.
‘Well,” Kiera took a deep breath and then launched into her explanation. “You see, they thought they would cut the baby out, but they were afraid they would cut its’ hands off.”
I cringed internally. Maybe Mrs. Brush should have concerns about her doctors.
Kiera continued her explanation. “They may use a shaper.”
I hesitated before asking, but by now, I was just curious. “A shaper?”
“Yes,” she replied. “A shaper. It turns the belly into a shape and they take the baby out and then put it back on the belly.”
Oh. Well… I guess the next time I see Dr. Stewart I am going to have to ask him about this new shaper thing. Obviously, I am behind on the new child birthing ways.
Thankfully, I managed to get her out of the tub by this point. She bent over and picked up Mrs. Brush and Mr. Comb. As she laid them on the edge of the tub, she said, “And they lived happily ever after!”
And I survived another WHAM! moment.
By the way, baby Carson is doing very well. I have decided to go with “Wonna” as my Grandma name. Thanks to the many people that helped me think of names and a special thanks to Ken in Arkansas for the suggestion.
Have a blessed week, everyone.
