"Having a baby," he replied. Yes, it would still be about an hour and a half before we decided to go to the hospital and I didn't realize it yet but I was having a baby. (That is to say, I knew I was going to have a baby sometime soon just not so soon.)
At 12 o'clock last night we were still awake because for some reason Ryland was wired and had woken up Jathan because he wanted to be in the same bed with him. It would have been annoying but he giggled furiously when he did it and that softened the blow considerably. Piper was awake as well but I took that as a good sign--she was going to nurse soon and then sleep 5 or 6 hours just like the night before! Or, you know, not.
At 1 o'clock Jathan and Ryland are asleep and Piper is dosing off and on. Jackie and I are laying in bed wondering when we'll sleep. "What time was Piper born?" I ask him. It was 2:16.
At 2 o'clock I can't believe it. She's crying but her diaper is dry, she doesn't feel too hot or too cold, she's so full of milk that I'm afraid to attempt to feed her any more for fear of her puking all over me (I can't count how many times that's happened). I think it might be her stomach. She has gas. Jackie says she "poots like a horse." I've never experienced a horse poot but I don't imagine it's a pleasant thing at least not for anyone besides the horse.
I believe it is around fifteen minutes until 3 when Piper is still crying and Jackie rolls over and says, "There's something wrong with her." True story. I did not say anything, especially not something like, "Wow, you sure you don't want to change your major and become a detective, Sherlock?" Nope.
At 3:30 a.m., having been 8 weeks old for a whole hour now, Piper nursed and then finally dropped off to sleep and slept for 5 hours.
Upon waking her eyes somehow captured the tiny bit of light in the room and absolutely sparkled. I can't imagine how my eyes looked at that moment but I'm sure they were not sparkling. How does she do that? Then she laid in my arms and stared at the curtains. I think she has a crush on them. I catch her gazing at them all the time and sometimes she just can't help herself, she flat out smiles at them despite herself. I love it.
Happy 8 weeks, Piper! I'm glad we've gotten to be awake for so much of it. It's been wonderful.