Dear Max

On the way to the gynae yesterday I was in tears. I was worried that I’d need to have the baby this week because at last checkup she was in breech, which might have necessitated an early caesar.

It turns out your sister has turned, which is great news and a little funny too – I kept on remarking to Andrew on the weekend how hard her head was feeling just under my diaphragm… when it fact it’s by my pelvis.

So our new birth date is a week before your birthday, and I’m glad your birthdays will be apart, even though you were so chilled about sharing.

So why was I emotional about having the baby this week? (and in reality, the baby could still come any time!) Well, I’m not quite ready. Yes, I could squeeze in the wax, the pedi and the reflexology session. Yes, I could finish up the work. But it’s not about that.

I feel there are more lunches we need to go for after school, we need that sushi date still (I’ll eat the veg version), and I need more hugs from you and time just as us. I need to write more, and to cherish my stomach for a little longer. I want to have more moments of stillness, and more time when I am comforted by the fact that your sister is perfectly taken care and nurtured right now.

I’m breathing a little easier now, and a bit more ready to be ready. I’m excited for your seventh birthday too, and I’m so glad we had an awesome party for you yesterday.

Love you, my son,

Mom

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