Max is 2 weeks and 1 day old and is 7 lbs and 7 oz. today we took him to meet all the staff at the cancer place where i gets the chemotherapy. it's been a month now without chemo. i go back next week. i hope i didn't forget how to turn poison into miracles.
Max is a big flirt and a big fart. way better than dating so far. yesterday was really stressful because i never took a nap and neither did little man. he could tell that the doctor was gonna stick his heel to test his blood because he is very familiar with my heartbeat and can tell when i am nervous. so he started to panic and i started to cry because i feel like a failure when i let anything hurt him. but he is strong and kicked nurse real hard and got blood all over his tiger print blanket so it looks way more metal now.
Max is in my bed taking a nap under my tiger print blanket. i miss him. i am in the living room typing this. i should be napping. i should be sitz bathing my poor wounded nether regions. i should be doing the dishes. but i am a writer and it's 2010 so that makes me a blogger i guess.
i still can't believe we pulled this off, son. i'm Glad you are here.
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every single thing is life or death and some things are both. Why Not Me? and also Why Not You? i couldn't have done this without you. i can't do this without you. alchemy is real and it takes a village.
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