Letters to Max - You're here!

Dear Max,

You’re finally here! You came into the world kicking and screaming, fighting against the world with your lungs that weren’t quite fully ready. You gave us quite a scare, being moved into NICU shortly after you were born.

We checked in without incident to the hospital and were stunned by the menu selection and the quality of the room. Your momma was right, it was almost like a staycation. We even brought our own pillows and blankets which was a gangsta move by your amazing momma because it made the room so much more comfortable. Whatever the cabbie says in the future, we’re doing that for any extended hospital stay.

The procedure itself went as smooth as butter, you came into the world 10 minutes after the actual procedure was started. Your momma was teetering between the edge of consciousness and an anaesthetic induced drowsiness but held on through the process and we got some amazing shots of your first few moments in the world thanks to the anaesthetist Dr. Wendy. She and the nurse Marian were the runner up mvps (after Dr. Wong of course, who brought you in) because they worked hard trying to raise your oxygen levels.

Honestly I don’t really feel like a father. If someone told me to return you I might have because we haven’t really spent all that much time together. You being in NICU means your momma and I have spent most of the day just lounging around and watching youtube, apart from informing folks of your arrival. You’re getting much better care than we could give you over in the NICU, but it’s going to be a challenge. If I imagine myself coming into this world being surrounded by folks who I will have to be separated from again shortly, I think I’d start off cranky too. There was a moment when I saw you in the NICU and i touched your tiny tiny fingers that i thought, wow… this is pretty amazing. This is my son and his fingers are so so small.

My son. What a foreign concept.