My sister had her baby this morning, Delia Jane. She was in labor for 30 hours, but the only medication she took was a sedative at 1am so that she could try to sleep for a couple hours. She's definitely braver than I am! My mom flew from Virginia to California yesterday to be there, and she assures me that Delia is the sweetest baby ever. I kind of doubt that, because I happen to know that my son Bear was the sweetest baby ever. I know this because when he was 11 months old and his sister Ladybug was born, he wasn't jealous at all - he just cuddled her and kissed her every chance he got. But that's okay. Every new baby is the sweetest baby ever. When I talked to Mom this morning, Delia got her first shot, and she didn't make a peep. But soon after, she decided it was time to nurse, and that prompted some fussy noises. My sister is tired and sore, but happy. There had been some issues with her pregnancy, not major ones, but issues nonetheless, so I'm glad that the birth went well for her, albeit slowly. I already have nieces and nephews on Panda's side of the family, but this is my first on my side of the family. I am excited for my sister's new journey and for Delia's.