When Max was born, Peter and I both meticulously looked over his every nook and cranny. We turned him over and looked under this and turned him back and looked at that. We searched high and low. We found nothing.
What were we looking for? A birthmark.
I looked everywhere on his precious, newborn body and found nothing but smooth, even, unblemished, unmarked skin.
I even remember talking with Peter about the fact that he didn't have a birthmark. I don't really understand the origin of science of birthmarks. I am not an expert. But, I sort thought that everyone had them, somewhere. But maybe I was wrong because clearly Max didn't.
Fast forward to March 22.
I was over at Brittany's and she's changing his diaper and she points out, did you see his birthmark?
WHAT?!?!
Sure enough, she points out, on his left inner leg above his ankle - - is a birthmark!
How did I miss this? I swear that just the night before when I was changing his diaper I was looking at his leg right there. Plus, Max has been in shorts quite a lot, so surely Peter or I would have noticed this.
I have no idea how we missed it. I tell myself that clearly at somepoint this birthmark just showed up because it wasn't there when he was born. It must have just shown up that day. I couldn't have just not seen this.
So, again, I feel like I fail at this task of being a mommy. How do you miss the fact that your son has a birthmark? (And, just to vent, why are they called BIRTHmarks if they aren't always there at BIRTH!?!)
Joe thinks it looks like a heart, just like his birthmark. I think it looks like the state of Florida without the panhandle. Peter thinks it looks like Max's leg (with no foot).
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