On Wednesday morning I got a phone call at 3 am. It was my lovely friend Donna telling me her water had broken and asking to bring William over (Tuesday's playmate who is a few weeks older than her). No problem since I had already been awake for an hour (Thanks Tuesday!). William was a doll, or course, but eventually succumbed to Tuesday's poking and prodding and by 4:30 they were ripping up her bedroom while I sat on the rocker saying, "don't use the books as a step stool." Meanwhile Donna was having a quick delivery and by the time we were eating breakfast her little baby was here!
We were so excited to hear the news, "it's a girl!"
I was happy to be able to visit the next day and see how well they were both doing.
Holding a one day old baby was quite a shock! Surely my own baby wasn't ever that tiny (even though she was, and tinier!), and never that still or quiet. I just can't believe it. I'm guessing it will be a while before I experience another one of these for myself, as in the middle of the night Bj buried his head in his pillow when I asked him to hold William and said sleepily, "I think it's fine if Tuesday is an only child!" :)
