How will he come out, mom ?

Nadia has been asking about this questions for a long time (at least a month).

Nadia : (touching the belly). How will the baby come out, Mommy ?
Mommy : "The doctor will cut mommy's belly then stitch it again"

Sometimes Ammar asked how the baby will come out.
Ammar : How the baby comes out, Nadia ?
Nadia : Daddy, I am worry. Mommy will have surgery. They will cut mommy's belly.
Ammar : That's okay, nadia... she will be okay. She won't feel it because it doesn't hurt. They will give medicine.

At school :
Nadia : "The doctor will take the baby out of mommy's belly. Mommy is sick. I am worry"

Once in a while :
Ammar : How the baby comes out, Nadia ?
Nadia : With a magic machine!!!!!!!

Now since my mom stays with us, I sometimes leave Nadia with my mother so I can go to the doctor.
Once I got home, she would run to me and the first thing she check is my belly...
Nadia : Mommy!!!!! Is your belly still big ?

This morning I felt drowsy and miserable. The cold got me.
Nadia jumped on the bed and asked : Mommy, are you okay ?
Mommy : No, I don't feel good.
Nadia : Mommy, are you okay ?
Mommy : No, I am sick.
Nadia : Mommy............. ARE YOU OKAY ?
Mommy : No, I am a little sick.
Nadia : MOMMY!!!!!!! ARE YOU OKAY ?!!!!!
(realizing that she would not stop asking if I said No) Mommy : Yes, Nadia. I am okay.
Nadia : (silent, and pleased)