A Pop, a Candy Bar and a Penis, OH My!

Recently, BlogHer had a contest for a $500 Visa gc asking about its readers' favorite birth story. As I have no children of my own, I only gladly relayed the story of my first time meeting my baby brother.


I was 4 1/2 when he was born 3 weeks early. He actually arrived the day of my mom's surprise baby shower, as is evident by the pained expression in all her photos from that day.


The night of the big event, I fell asleep on the couch, waiting for my mom to read me The Tawny Scrawny Lion one of my fave Golden Books of the time. Mom even stopped to take a photo of me drooling on the couch, clutching my stuffed Mickey Mouse & my beloved Golden Book. Ahem. If she had the time to snap the photo, why didn't she have time to read me the book?


Moving forward to the main event: Meeting my Baby Brother. Well, I guess it was more like on the sidestage than the actual mainstage. Birthing my bro would probably have been a tad more featured.


Dad got me a pop and a Hershey's candybar as I waited in a hospital waiting room for the big unveiling (back in the early 80's I wasn't even allowed in Mom's hospital room).


I believe my 4 1/2-year-old self gave Mom the "what-for" for not reading my Golden Book in between bites of Hershey's goodness.



"Are you excited to see your new baby brother?" she probably asked.


"I want to see his penis."


"What did you say, sweetie?"


"I said, 'I want to see his penis.'"


Enter nurse holding up said new baby brother swaddled in a hospital blanket.



"But I want to see his penis."


"Sweetie, the baby will get cold if we take the blanket off. Just look at your brother."


End scene. Or, at least end of the penis questions.


I assume I eventually got to see his penis during diaper changings, but I don't remember the "big moment" or little moment. Whatever.


I do, however, remember staying mad at my mom, because she didn't read me The Tawny Scrawny Lion.


Fast Forward to 2007: Under the Christmas Tree, there was a rather large, thin gift for me. I anxiously unwrapped it only to find . . . a Giant copy of . . . (everybody say it with me) The Tawny Scrawny Lion.


The end.

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