Just over a week and already Bridget has a nickname.
Half because I'm stumbling around in a post partum fog that seems heavier and more dense than I remember.
Half because I'm ambivalent that my littlest one is now a big sister.
Just a week ago she was my baby - her little baldish head, her deliciously chubby legs, her tiny voice squeaking out requests to be held.
Now her head seems huge, her legs sturdy, and her voice, loud and clear.
She was the third wheel of sorts - the one who the other two had to tread lightly around, excuse for lack of sharing abilities, and treat with baby gloves.
Lately, she's the one being told to take it easy, play nicely, and be gentle.
"Hi Baby!" she yells to Bridget, careening down the hill on her scooter.
"Bye Baby," I whisper back, watching her as she catches up with her brother and sister and rides away.