With each of my kids when they are somewhere between two and three years old, I feel inspired to ask them if they remember when they were born. They always say, “yes,” and I say, “tell me about it” and they do. Lann’s story was a succinct and accurate version of what happened. He said:
Swimming down out of mama.
As I’ve written before, he did start crying loudly with only his head sticking out. Almost immediately after he was born, I put him to my breast offering him what I spontaneously called “nursies” and he was, in fact, then happy.
I asked Zander on his third birthday and his version of his birth was as follows:
First you saw a little head poking out.
Then a little arm.
Then another little arm.
And another and another.
And me was little alien.
He was, in fact, born slowly like this with head emerging and then arms and then upper body and then the rest of him. I asked him what happened to his extra arms and he said:
They actually melted.
He was nursing at the time and paused, popped off and said:
and, my extra eye melted too…
That’s my little Zander for you!
Yesterday morning, I spontaneously asked Alaina if she remembered being born and like the others she said yes. I asked her what happened and she said:
My baby! My baby!
I asked, “did you hear mama saying that?”
She said yes and then said,
Now, nonnies. Then she just gazed off into the distance like she was remembering.
I asked her if she remembered anything else and she repeated the above. Shortest of the children’s birth stories, but also distilled to its essence
I’m curious to know if other people ask their children this question and what kind of responses to you get? I love each of my children’s birth stories as told by them!
Both boys made me a birth art sculpture for my birthday this year and each is about a baby being born: