The other day Liam and I were taking a shower and ever so fascinated with the growth of my belly, naturally started asking questions about when the baby will be born. Then, while casually playing with measuring tubes and cups we have in the shower, he said, "Well mommy, when I came out someone took me away from you, I didn't know where you were and I didn't like it." Shocked, I asked him when was this thinking he might be referring to a recent time and he reiterated that it was when "I came out of you." I know I have very few memories of childhood - for other reasons- but I couldn't believe what he was telling me. It was as though the next words to come out of his mouth would be "don't let it happen with this baby." Then he just continued to play with his back towards me like he had. He said it so matter of fact, as if it was a memory of something that happened a few days ago.
Later that night Jay asked him questions and he answered them correctly. Even Jay, who would typically be the non-believer, said, "He remembers his birth." That just made me start to think differently about this child's birth. I'm glad that the NICU team was waiting outside, at my doctor's orders, until he was born and we had a quiet, mostly dark room and very serene while he was born. Now we will strive for the same or better.
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