By Emma W.
The date was October 17, 2013. My siblings - Jack, Grace, Mary, Mark, and Virginia - and I were being dropped off at our house to go to bed. We had been at our friends' house all day, waiting for the phone call from the hospital, saying my dad was on his way and we could go home. It had finally come. I was old enough to babysit and had had plenty of experience putting kids to bed. For about ten minutes, the house buzzed with activity. "Jack, can you wet me a washcloth?" "Emma, do you have P.J.s for Virginia?" "Mark, put your pajamas NOW!" "Mary, hop in the shower with Grace." Jack, Grace and I got the three younger kids in bed, and as soon all five of my siblings were in bed the noise ceased. The house was silent. All I could hear was my own breathing. My hands shook with excitement and I needed something to take my mind off the suspenseful half-hour before me. My hands, restless with adrenaline, quickly folded the laundry load of napkins, towels, and underwear while I watched Lucy Ricardo attempt a fox hunt. The fresh, clean scent of detergent and the feel of something rough on my fingers helped relax me. The half-hour flew by. My dad entered the dim, sleepily-lit house, grinning but exhausted. "Is it a Teresa or a Jude?" I asked my dad. "Neither," he replied. I groaned; that was just like him to tease me like that. As I opened my mouth to guess "Bernadette", he followed up "It's a Peter Augustine." A noise like a squeak came out of my mouth. Tears of joy flooded my eyes. My voice broke as I tried to express how excited I was. I had a new baby brother.
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