In the car, driving to the grocery store:
Bowie: Mama, do you have a new baby?
Me: uuuummmm, what?
Bowie: Do you have a new baby? The baby in your belly?
I did tell him a few times that there was a “baby in my belly”. But that was it. And I haven’t said a word since the miscarriage.
Me: Uh, there’s not a baby in my belly.
Bowie: Yes, there is a baby in your belly!
Me: Well…that baby got a boo boo and had to go away.
Bowie: Oh. [pause] I can get it back!
Me: I wish we could, but that baby is gone forever. We will have to work really hard to make a new one.
Bowie: Yes. Because I want to have a baby in my family.
Never thought I’d have to have that conversation. Poor kid. It must be hard to comprehend stuff like that. Lord knows it’s tough for adults.