On Monday morning at 8:14am, Rob got to peek over a surgical curtain to glimpse our last, sweetest baby.
He looked back over at me with wonderment: “It’s….a…….GIRL.”
A few moments later, they placed her on my chest: our most crying-est new baby, weighing exactly the same as our first. Bookends. First and last.
And as with our first, the names we thought we would be choosing shifted and we chose a name that LOOKED like her: Piper. Followed by a middle name carried down in my family, usually by the men: Hayden.
Meet Piper Hayden, weighing 8 pounds 9 ounces—a sweet chunk of a baby at 18 3/4 inches. She has cheeks and rolls for days and tiny little legs.
We can see some of our other children in her: Sawyer’s full cheeks and something of Cooper’s eyes. Quin’s feet with long, finger-like toes. Dimples, just like the other two girls.
She feels familiar. She feels new. She is AMAZING.
Everything is going well so far and we feel beyond blessed to have not one, but FIVE healthy pregnancies and children. I can’t wait to head home tomorrow and unite everyone. It’s going to be nuts and also totally fantastic. And loud. Always loud. 🙂