Baby!

Mommy,

My friend Kimmy had a baby. She named him Nicholas and came home yesterday with him. Today I took Dani with me to go visiting. Alex wanted to come but since she was sick so recently I figured just in case, she shouldn't.

The baby is not very cute. He needs to un-scrunch and then maybe he'll be cuter. Dani asked Kim if it hurt a lot and she said, "You know how people say your love for your baby is so huge that it overwhelms the pain? They're full of shit! It hurts like a mother fucker!" Please remind me not to get pregnant.

Kimmy's mom kept coming in and checking on us even though the baby was just sleeping. They do things really differently than you did - she kept saying to put the baby in his crib to avoid spoiling him, and then later she woke Nicholas up to feed him, saying you have to put a newborn on a schedule right away.

If I ever have babies I want to do it your way - the baby will sleep with me and not in a crib. I'll hold it as much as I feel like and just feed it whenever it's hungry. A newborn can't tell if it's night or day.

When I showed Kim how to tilt the bottle better to not get bubbles she asked how I know so much about babies. I don't feel like I know a lot at all. But then I realized Kimmy's the youngest in her family so she didn't get to watch anybody be born. She can't believe you never had a crib for any of us. "But where did you sleep?" she kept asking.

On the way home Dani asked me if we were weird when you were alive. You weren't. You were good at having babies. I like how you did things, even if it means less presents at a baby shower.

Love,
Sam