Dear Baby Max

Dear Max,

Your dad suggested I write a little letter to you while I'm off of work and I think it's an amazing idea. He's always thinking of nice things like that. My handwriting is terrible so I thought an electronic letter would be great. I will start by giving you a little background on your early life.

Your dad and I knew very early that we wanted to try to have a baby soon after we were married. We had our wedding on July 12, 2014. Our whole family flew here to CT and we had tons of activities planned the week before the ceremony. Your big brother, Gavin, walked me down the aisle. The next day, we took everyone to a baseball game and then came to our house to watch the World Cup final game! I was feeling especially tired and thought I might be pregnant. The soccer game was about to go into overtime when I took a pregnancy test and found out we were pregnant! I waited until the game was over (Germany won!) and then told your dad. He was as thrilled as I was! We decided that it was the perfect time to tell our families since everyone was together in person. It was a very special announcement.

After a few weeks, I was having some issues so we went to the doctor and had an ultrasound. We were told this pregnancy would most likely not work out for us. Doctor Hoffman could see a sac but no embryo. Your dad and I were just devastated. It was the longest week ever waiting to go back to the doctor. But then at the next ultrasound, the doctor said everything looked great! Your dad and I both burst into tears when she told us.

After finding out things were okay, we told Gavin that he was finally getting a baby brother or sister soon. To be honest, he was mildly excited at this point. Our picture of you just looked like a blob instead of a baby and my belly still looked normal.

At my next doctor appointment, everything was going fine until we tried to hear your heartbeat. The nurse could not hear anything. Panic ensued and I was in tears again! But then we had another ultrasound and things looked fine and your heartbeat was just fine.

In the beginning of October, we found out we were having a boy! We already had names picked out either way. If you were a girl, we would name you Hannah Joan. Hannah means "grace" which is Grandma Wendy's middle name and my great grandmother's first name. Joan was my grandmother who helped raise me and Uncle Kirk. Joan means "gift from God" and she certainly was just that. I will tell you all about her one day. I think it would have been nice to have a girl but having another boy is such a blessing. Gavin is such an amazing son and I know the two of you will love each other so much. Your name is pretty cool, Maximillian Josef. Maximillian means "the great" which is also the meaning of Papa Kirk and Uncle Kirk's middle name, LeGrand. Josef is your Grandpa Joe's name and was also my Grandpa Maurice's middle name. Josef means "God will add" as in God will add another child. He has certainly blessed us with you!



Gavin was beyond thrilled when we told him he was getting a brother instead of a little sister. He has prepared himself to teach you all the important big brother things like eating hamburgers and bacon, how to play soccer, do armpit farts and so much more. He even did an awesome job helping us paint your room.


Just when we thought the rest of the pregnancy would be smooth sailing, I got rear ended in my car. I was paranoid and wanted to make sure you were okay. An ambulance was called to check on me and I headed to Doctor Hoffman's office the next day just to make sure and you were doing just great.

This brings us to today. I am almost halfway through this pregnancy...19-1/2 weeks. Although the last few months have been packed with morning sickness, weight LOSS, dizziness and fatigue, Markus and I could not be more excited to meet you. We had quite a scare yesterday. I was feeling lightheaded so I decided to lay down in bed. Well, I fainted before I made it to the bed! Your dad came home to find me passed out on the floor of our bedroom! But all is still well. You are one tough kiddo!

Max, this won't be my last note to you. I just wanted to give you an idea of what was going on before you arrived. To say the three of us are anxious for you to arrive would be the understatement of the century. I can't believe how lucky you are. You will have the best big brother ever. Gavin is smart, funny, silly, athletic, happy, healthy, loving and helpful. He's almost 12-years old now and he still loves to snuggle but don't tell him I told you! And your dad...Markus. Well, he is nervous about being a good dad to you but I think he is the only person who is worried about that. I know he will be amazing. He had two wonderful parents who raised him to be a perfect gentleman. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know and is taking very good care of me. He is going to be the type of dad who falls asleep with you on the couch, teaches you how to build things, reminds you to open doors for women and older folks, builds Lego toys with you, and tosses you around in the pool.

And then there is your mom. I already love you so much but I will warn you now that I am tough. I have been nicknamed Lieutenant Mom and Gavin can explain the reasons why. I am the disciplinarian. You and I will probably butt heads once in a while and that's okay. My goal is for you to be healthy, happy, well-mannered, and hardworking. But Gavin can also tell you that all that discipline when you are younger means there are more happy times later on. You are coming into a happy and loving home. That's probably enough for now.

Your crazy mom,

Kelly Geyer


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