Mae

Mae is my go-get-'em baby. In the womb she was my soccer star who woke up with me in the middle of the night when I had to pee every two hours. She was the one who had a potential problem with fluid around her brain during our seven month ultrasound (later turned out to be nothing) and she is my baby that nurses.

She was also the second born, but she came out screaming. She was born at 11:41 a.m. and when they shoved her head over the curtain so I could see her her eyes were open, she was screaming and she was purple and still covered in white slimy stuff. For the three seconds they held her there before whisking her away our eyes met...and three drops of the slimy stuff fell onto my cheek. I still remember exactly where the drops fell because it was the first 'contact' I had with my babies.

Then her cry joined her sister's and it continued to be the most beautiful thing in the entire world. I was still crying, completely overwhelmed that I had been gifted these two tiny babies.

She is my strong baby, who has held her head up since the first minutes of birth and now she sits in her little baby chair and looks beautiful and smiles all day, at everything and nothing. She will not sleep at night for more than a half hour if not swaddled and she is the cutest little pea pod when she is swaddled.

She hates baths and has discovered her hands. She accidentally rolled herself over last week while on the couch and scared the crap out of herself in the process. Her head is huge...seriously, it's 2 cm bigger around than her sister's. She keeps her legs outstretched most of the time and wihle she's eating she always keeps her right arm sticking out and often has just her right index finger extended.

Her hair is strawberry blond and she is already reacting when her sister cries. They are both so different from one another and I love them in so many different ways.