more from mikey…

this morning, i brought lauren with me to get the kids from their room.  mikey and allie are always super excited to see baby lauren in the morning.  seriously, they both jump up and down greeting her, and asking me to lay her down in their beds so they can look at her.  i’ve been so thankful for how they’ve both really taken to the baby and not ever had any bouts of jealousy over the attention she requires from me. 

the only issue we’ve had was when the baby and i first came home from the hospital and mikey spent a couple of weeks extremely attached to me and refused to leave my side.  he wasn’t interested in going to vbs, or going to his friends’ houses when he was invited over for playdates (their mommies were trying to give me a break).  outings mikey usually LOVES were declined so that he could stay home with me.

it puzzled me since he is usually quite out-going and enjoys playing with his little buddies.  but i concluded at the time that he might have been a little traumatized by my disappearing overnight and his waking up to find only grandpa at home where i’ve usually always been nearly every single day of his life (the exception being when i went to the hospital to have allie– but he was too young then to remember that).  so i figured he just wanted to be near me to make sure i wasn’t going to go away again.

but this morning, what was really happening in his little head became clearer.  as i laid lauren down in allie’s bed, mikey came and sat by me.  our conversation:

mikey:  mommy, do you remember where we got lauren from? 
me:  yes, do you remember too?
mikey:  yes, from the hostible, and remember grandpa, allie, and mikey came to your room?  and you were lying in the big bed and you looked a little sick.  and you had that boo-boo on your hand (the needle from the iv was still stuck in my arm).
me:  wow, you remember all that?
mikey:  yes, but then you came home and now you’re all better!
me:  are you glad that mommy came home and i’m all better now?
mikey:  yes!

poor little guy.  i had no idea that his seeing me in the hospital with the iv in my arm would bother him so much!  i don’t think we thought to tell him that i wasn’t sick so he just came to the conclusion that i was and that was what was worrying him.  we did tell him beforehand that mommy was going to the hospital to have the baby, but i’m not sure how much he understood since i think he thinks we just went to the hospital to pick baby lauren up like when we go to a store to pick things up to buy and bring home.  he’s always telling people that we got her from the “hostible” and forgets that we told him how she was in mommy’s tummy before that. 

i’m always amazed by those little gears turning in his head…