Dear Max’s sister
We are so excited for your arrival, and have just a few weeks to go until your birth.
For the last few six years, this blog has been dedicated to your brother, and it’s thrilling to welcome another name to the site. Before it does, I wanted to write about how Max has reacted to your pending arrival. It’s the advantage of keeping a “journal” like this – I pen things before I forget them, so that one day we can remember and relive a little deeper.
I’m not sure if Max had a true sense of impending brotherhood, or if he assumed that immediately after marriage (ours was in December), there would be a child. But from January, he started asking when I was having another baby. By the time I found out I was pregnant towards the end of January, he was chatting about it more and more, and several times suggested that there was a baby in my tummy (I didn’t tell him until the beginning of April once the tests were clear).
When I showed him the scan picture and told him he was going to be a brother, he grinned, and showed true excitement, which hasn’t waned at all. That afternoon, while we were at the shops, he insisted on buying you some clothes, and so he handpicked some babygrows and tops from Woolworths.
He has offered to share a room with you, is thrilled to potentially share a birthday (even after all the “lectures” about what this might involve), has suggested getting matching clothes, and wants to teach you karate and his “own moves”. He wants to help bring bottles to me, and teach you how to build LEGO, and has understandably refused to change nappies.
I don’t think there’s been a day that I’ve been with Max that he hasn’t touched my tummy, kissed it, or asked how the baby is. His latest is to pretend he is kissing my stomach, and then make fart sounds on it. After I’ve read to him at night, he falls asleep with his hand over my stomach. And when he feels your kicks and jabs, he lights up a little brighter, and jokes that you’re doing karate chops.
There are so many uncertainties with a new baby, and so much we don’t know about what will be, but I’m pretty certain that your brother will have your back, and guard you fiercely. His compassion and empathy are as huge as his heart, and I couldn’t imagine a better teacher from whom to learn these qualities.
May you both be teachers to each other, and may you both have fun together as siblings. Just don’t tickle me together – your brother sometimes forgets the “I cannot be tickled” rule. And just don’t practise your karate on me together. Mkay?
We already love you so much, and can’t wait to mother and brother you respectively.
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