Playing baby

Reid has been refining how we “play baby” over the last while. Fortunately for my sanity, the baby – almost exclusively Reid – no longer cries as much as it used to do. I don’t know that I ever convinced her that she didn’t cry all that much as a baby or if she just tired of it. Either way, I’m glad the baby babbles more than she cries.

But we don’t start with a babbling baby anymore. We start with Reid curled into a ball and nestled against me because she is a baby in my belly. Given what a tall, almost 5-year-old she is – not to mention that I’m am somewhat vertically challenged – her head is on my chest and her feet are at my knees. While the baby is in my belly, I wonder aloud about whether I’ll have a girl or boy. I say, truthfully, that I hope that I have a girl so that I can call her “Reid Elizabeth”, just like I dreamed of doing since I was a teenage girl, Danielle and Shea’s age.

At a certain point, but not before I’ve said my part about hoping for a girl, Reid turns herself upside-down. She announces that she is in the birthing position and I should go to sleep. For reasons that I’m not clear on, Reid is convinced that babies are born while the mamas are asleep. Every now and again, I explain that mamas are usually awake when babies come, that mamas push the babies out of their bodies. We need to find a book that shows body parts because I’m not sure that I’m doing a good job explaining things. At least she knows about the birthing position, at least.

2 Responses to “Playing baby”

  1. Brie says:

    Hi, just stopping by to put a blog to a face. :-)
    Sounds like your girl is ready for a medical journal. One with lots of pictures!