The 411 on #3

I awoke with a strong contraction and to my surprise, my water broke. I ran in (well, hobbled, really) and woke up Dylan. Time: 1:09 am. He called the midwife right away while I jumped in the pool. Dylan sat beside me, asking all kinds of questions about what I needed. I didn't have time to yell, "Nothing, I'm having the baby!" He didn't realize how bad this little dude wanted out. I think he thought we still had some time, but in his own words, "I was just hanging out and, BAM, two contractions later, he came." He was head and shoulders here when the midwife ran through the door and said, "Holy cow!" Time: 1:45 am.

Gage awoke at 9 and came into our room rubbing his eyes with a very grumpy look on his face. He climbed onto our bed and, like magic, his grumps melted away. "Is that baby Nash?" he inquired so sweetly with his whole face lit up. There was lots of giggling and then, "Where's his little feet?" Since then, he has unwrapped little brother about a hundred times to see his little feet. Miss Liv would not let him go for nearly an hour. She sat so serenely (as only a real princess would) and stared at him with awe and smiles and batting eyelashes. She's taken the roll of big sister very graciously: singing and rocking and kissing non-stop. As I changed one of his first diapers, Liv took one look at the sticky black/green goo and said, with frumpled eyebrows, "Wow, you're like a real mom." Yes I am, Liv. Yes I am.