Poor baby

We were all sitting in the livingroom, watching a documentary about giraffes on PBS the other night. Ava was enjoying it, especially when they showed baby giraffes.

It got to a part where they were filming a female giraffe giving birth to a baby at a zoo in Colorado Springs. I didn’t think anything of Ava watching it since she and I have watched videos of human babies being born in the past and they didn’t phase her in the least. In fact, she usually wants to see more. I just wanted to be sure she understood what was happening and told her, “the mommy giraffe is going to have a baby.” She got excited. I turned my attention away from her and back to the TV and watched as the baby giraffe emerged from it’s mother’s birth path and fell about 4 feet into a heap on the sandy ground. At that point, Ava said (in her most concerned, high-pitched voice), “BABY???” and burst into tears. :( I picked her up to comfort her and Jody and I reassured her that the baby was OK. We watched together as the mommy giraffe soon began to lick the baby and it sprung to life and started trying to stand up and walk. She calmed down once she knew baby was OK, but she sure was hysterical for a minute or so. :(

I felt so bad. She obviously thought something was wrong with the poor little thing after it fell to the ground and didn’t begin to move right away, but I had no idea she would respond the way that she did.

We’ve talked about it since then and she’s not scarred for life (as far as I can tell!), but it makes me want to cry when I think about how sad she sounded.