Little Lily

Me in 1979. Lily in 2014.

You're almost 8 weeks old. Unlike with your big sister, whose early life I documented meticulously, you're going to suffer the chronic plague of the second child...less documentation. I promise to take lots of pictures of you, though.

You're a delight. I just read the post I wrote previously, and it was written 3 months exactly before you came into our world. Eva was delivered via c-section after a long attempt to push her out, but you, sweet girl, came head-first, heart wide open, into the world. It only took about 15 minutes of pushing to get you out, the old fashioned way. You had your own door into the world, and Eva had her own.

Nothing ever felt as good as knowing that I'd successfully delivered you. I'm not sure if it's a natural part of delivering a baby or if it was the victory of being able to do it after a c-section, but for a second, when I held you in my arms for the first time, I wanted to have ten more babies.

You nurse like a dream, and after the first week or so, you figured out how to sleep very well. You give me at least 6 hours of sleep in one chunk every night. Your big sister just figured that out a little before you were born.

You laugh and smile now. We're at your Meme and Papa's house this week, and you're delighting them with your giggles and sweet baby smiles and sounds.

You look so much like I did as a baby. Everyone who knew me when I was small tells me, over and over.

Oh, you're crying. And after I pick you up and soothe you, your sister will be back. I love you.