Display.

Don't be fooled by the displays of flowers:

and butterflies on display in this classroom:

Because one partition is given over to this display created in response to our son's show and tell:

Be warned and look away now if you are squeamish as some of these rather graphic caesarian photos are not for the faint hearted....yet a class full of small boys seems to go about their day to day classroom activities without even batting an eyelid.

A notice came home from school prompting boys to bring in stories about their families for show and tell. Good old show and tell. Somehow, in conjunction with his father, they thought that this selection of snaps from the family album would be just the thing:

Apparently, the class had never had so many questions.....the answers given to some of them have been inscribed on the poster. Along with drawings inspired by the photos.

It was a surreal experience, getting the school bag from the locker and noticing this poster out of the corner of my eye. I'll never forget my first caesarian....or my second...third or fourth. The first time I'd commented on the funny smell....two days later my husband took my hand and told me that it had been the smell of my burning flesh where they'd cauterised the wound. Needless to say I still struggle looking at my actual caesarian photos. And where you'd least expect to see it, here one is.

When I asked my husband if he'd noticed the poster in the kindergarten class room he said....and I quote 'Yeah, did you see how enormous you were before we went into the hospital'. To which I replied that I thought I'd been bigger during my fourth pregnancy (this was my third). 'No' was his adamant response and he reminded me that I'd been weighed during each visit to my French obstetrician who was very strict and forbade me to gain more that twelve kilos. The words 'diet' and 'reduce' (while pregnant) may have even been mentioned. My obstetrician in Hobart would never in a pink fit have uttered these words.

I took this photo yesterday, five years to the day after this incredibly happy event:

I wonder what the little boys would have made of it all had I had a natural birth.

Rx