After a long and completely sleepless night, Elsie was kind enough to make breakfast for both Ethan and me when we finally got up. Despite her efforts, neither of us had much of an appetite. We both sat at the table, barely touching the food, while clinging desperately to our cups of coffee. That hot, strong drink was the only thing keeping us from collapsing. Elsie smiled tiredly at us and made a comment about how difficult it was raising one baby. She couldn't even imagine what it must be ...