Last night, as Reagan was getting dressed after her bath, she seemed to notice her nipples for the first time. She poked one, looked at me, and asked me when am I "getting these things put back on?" I was taken aback, to be honest. Not that she had realized mine were missing.. for as much as I tried to hide my new body from them, they do like to barge in on me while I'm dressing quite frequently. I was more surprised that she knew I was "getting them put back on" soon.
I told her that I was having another surgery in January, and I'd be getting my nipples put on then. Then I reiterated that "they are called nipples" because we always call body parts by their correct name so I tried to look at it as a learning opportunity. But when I said "nipples" it apparently humored us both, because we both started cracking up. It was the kind of laugh that is infectious and hurts your belly - and doesn't stop for a long time.
Then, she says very solemnly "January is a LONG time from now, Mommy." I, however, feel like it's coming up so soon.. another surgery. Ugh. I told her it would be here before we knew it though. That seemed to cheer her up, because she immediately started dancing and loudly singing "My mommy's getting NIPPLES! My mommy's getting NIPPLES!" Talk about something I never thought I would hear from my daughter's mouth.
Finally we calmed down and I advised her that this is information we keep to ourselves. I asked her to not tell all of her classmates at school about her mommy getting nipples. And then I clearly didn't heed my own advice as I write about it on my blog.
I told her that I was having another surgery in January, and I'd be getting my nipples put on then. Then I reiterated that "they are called nipples" because we always call body parts by their correct name so I tried to look at it as a learning opportunity. But when I said "nipples" it apparently humored us both, because we both started cracking up. It was the kind of laugh that is infectious and hurts your belly - and doesn't stop for a long time.
Then, she says very solemnly "January is a LONG time from now, Mommy." I, however, feel like it's coming up so soon.. another surgery. Ugh. I told her it would be here before we knew it though. That seemed to cheer her up, because she immediately started dancing and loudly singing "My mommy's getting NIPPLES! My mommy's getting NIPPLES!" Talk about something I never thought I would hear from my daughter's mouth.
Finally we calmed down and I advised her that this is information we keep to ourselves. I asked her to not tell all of her classmates at school about her mommy getting nipples. And then I clearly didn't heed my own advice as I write about it on my blog.
Hysterical! I can just imagine her at sharing time!
ReplyDeleteJust today in fact I had to tell a fourth grader that, "that is private information and I'm sure your mom does not want you sharing that with your class."
So, just in case she doesn't follow your advice, know that we will still be working on it in 4th grade!