When Kaylee was born I instantly went from "non-father" to "father". Kaylee's birth was, as births go, uneventful. She was small and cute. Marie was tired.
That night, around 2:00 am, Kaylee was squirming and making little noises. Marie was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her. I picked up Kaylee, went back to my chair in the room, and placed her on my chest. I hummed songs to her and she quieted down with my arms holding her. After a few minutes I joined her in slumberland. Sometime in the morning Marie came over and picked Kaylee up to nurse her. Marie was good and quiet as I never woke up.
Of course, when consciousness did return to me I shot straight awake. Kaylee was gone and the first thought through my mind was, "Oh Shit, I dropped the baby!"
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