Miss Mylie Marie

Meet our new baby niece!

Mylie Marie Smith was born at 8:12 a.m. on Tuesday, March 8. She weighed 9 lbs., 12 oz., and measured 21 inches.

There is already so much love in my heart for this lovely little girl. My day went a little like this:

7:23 a.m. I receive a text from my sister. "We'll be going around 8. Can't wait to share our love with you this afternoon!" You could just feel the excitement. She was so prepared and ready to welcome this new tiny one.

9:04 a.m. A phone call from my sister (isn't she the best?). She sounded so peaceful, so happy. "She's here! She's big! She's perfect!" She also mentioned something about Mylie having thunder thighs.

9:49 a.m. After making the rounds to tell my husband and co-workers about Mylie, I wondered how I was going to concentrate at work for the next six hours. One of my friends told me that I was so lucky that I get to hold a baby tonight. She is right!

10:41 a.m. I receive text from my friend saying congrats. It's a funny thing to be congratulated for nothing you did, but for a great thing that happened to you. Remembering again that Mylie is a gift from God.

2:55 p.m. I am finally getting in my groove at work. One hour left! Sister texts me a pic of Mylie. It doesn't take me long to fall in love with her cheeks.

3:45 p.m. I glance at the clock and think that if all is right on schedule (and it probably is, because my sis is a planner), the twins (with my parents) are arriving at the hospital to meet their new best friend. All three of them are so lucky to have each other. My sister and I often say, "There is no better friend than a sister, and no better sister than you."

5:00 p.m. My heart is beating fast as we walk into the hospital room. It's crazy to walk into a room where all your favorite people are. I didn't know who to hug first. I see my sister on the bed and her husband, Brandon, in a chair next to her. My dad (papa) and Myah were in the left corner putting together a puzzle. Maysen was in the opposite corner with a coloring book. My mom (nana) was sitting in a chair with Mylie. It didn't take Eric and I long to whip out our cameras.

5:51 p.m. I finally get to hold Mylie. She is a good-sized baby so I feel comfortable. She does not. She cries. Must be time to eat.

5:55 p.m. I think breastfeeding is a beautiful thing. And Mylie is a champ.

6:38 p.m. Uncle Ric scoops up Mylie in his arms. He loves her wrinkly face. Kari is right: She looks like a bulldog.

6:57 p.m. It is a really cool thing to see your parents hold their grandchild. My dad is such a pro. He has a song he sings to the tune of "If I Only Had a Brain" that goes like this: "Papa's little baby, and I don't just mean maybe, papa's baby girl..."

6:59 p.m. I see Kari has her hands free for a minute, so I give her our gift. It's a "Mylie" charm to add to her necklace that we got her for Christmas a couple years ago.

7:19 p.m. Myah sits in a chair and says, "Mom, I want to hold the baby." Mylie had just finished eating, and no one was right there to hand Mylie from Kari to Myah. Thirty seconds pass. Myah says, "Mom, GIVE ME THE BABY!" Ha! Brandon hands Mylie to Myah. She looks so proud, and wraps her arms around her like she's saying, I will never let you go. And then makes up a cute little song that goes, "Mylie-Mylie-Mylie-bear."

7:21 p.m. Maysen is next to hold Mylie (after she uses the "hanitizer," of course (her made-up word for hand sanitizer). Mylie starts to cry and Myah says, "That means her is trying to tell us something." My heart melts a little more.

7:46 p.m. We all say goodbye, as visiting hours end at 8 and the twins need to head to bed. I know I will not see Mylie again for a week, and I pray that she doesn't change too much!