As we were driving home from school the other day Liliana said to me, “Mum, I don’t want to have kids.” I thought this odd since she’s been asking questions about getting married and having kids for as long as I can remember, like, how does one go about finding a boyfriend/husband? and how does one have kids? and can one decide whether or not to have kids? and how does one not have kids? So today’s statement seemed out of the blue, as it was a decision rather than a question.
“Why don’t you want to have kid?” I asked.
“Because I don’t want a water break! Mum, what’s a water break?”
I tried to explain to her what a water break was, the only problem was that I couldn’t think of the word “cervix”, which isn’t surprising because last Sunday I couldn’t remember the word for that thing that makes bread rise … it’s comes in a brown glass jar … yes. I couldn’t remember the word “yeast”. I wish I was lying. I explained it to her using correct terms (besides the aforementioned one) but in a way a seven-year-old could understand. Um, the amniotic sac is kind of like a balloon? and the baby breathes in amniotic fluid like a fish in the water? and when there’s a “water break” it’s like when the balloon pops? I don’t know. I’m horrible at explaining things.
She asked if having a baby hurts, so I explained to her what an epidural is. “But what if they need to cut into me?!” “What if the baby is early?” “Do any babies come out dry?” I assured her that whatever happens, doctors are there to do everything they can for the mother and baby. “But what if …?”
She’s a worrier, that one.