Rose #3 is sitting next to me as I type. "What you doing, Mommy?" she wonders, and she gives me the cutest smile and look up through her eyelashes. She is a charmer.
I remember the night Rose #3 was born. It was 12:29 a.m. when she was FINALLY here, and she was a BIG baby. 8 lb, 11 oz. The midwife (god bless her) said to me, "THAT'S a big baby," and sure enough when they put her on the scale I was surprised at her weight. I also remember as soon as she was born, they had to bring her over to a separate table because there was meconium in her amniotic fluid. I just wanted to hold her so bad as soon as she was born - I remember even after pushing out a huge baby who took her time getting here I looked at my sister and said, "That wasn't so bad, I would like to hold my baby now." That was Rose #3. I'll never forget the night she was born. I love her 100 million times more now than I did then, and I loved her a googleplex then.