We had a baby. Almost two months ago. His name is Max and he’s just about the sweetest guy ever. It’s pretty sad that it’s taken me two months to make the official announcement here. So here goes:
Maxwell Michael Andexler was born on April 8 at 1:30 pm weighing 7 lbs and 20.5 inches.
At first I was too exhausted recovering from preeclampsia and overwhelmed with figuring out how to juggle two children to bother with anything else and then as time passed it started to feel like there was just too much to say.
Like how he was born with a knot in his umbilical cord, which was kinda freaky but apparently means good luck?
Like how his big sister absolutely adores him and calls him the special nickname she gave him months before he arrived (Toots McGoots) and fawns over him and squeezes him (“gentle Lilly!!”) and whispers in his ear that he’s her best friend.
Like how enormous his feet are and how skinny his legs are and how ear-piercingly loud his cries are when he’s really mad but how sweet it is when he’s laying peaceful and heavy in your arms (which is often since he had yet to meet a swing, bouncer, car seat or any other baby holder that he will tolerate).
There’s so much already. So many things about this child and this newly expanded family to love and to challenge us every day. Perhaps there won’t ever be the perfect time or the right words to encompass it all.
So here he is. Meet my Max.
