– 4:28 pm

You and I are in the car at quite possibly the dingiest place I’ve parked at in a while, JustPark on Sydney street. It’s dark, damp and underground. Once the doors swing open, the piss smell is inescapable. So I’ve got the windows up. I’m surprised I didn’t hit the car driving in through that narrow bend that takes you by surprise. I’m fully expecting to kiss a wall or pillar on the way out.

Why are we here I hear you asking… Well, your mother is having a post-pregnancy ultrasound on her leg veins. She’d had some troublesome ones removed before you were conceived as a measure to reduce the risk of blood clots during pregnancy. We got here late and realised you had to prebook a parking spot. So I let her dash to make her appointment and stayed back to figure things out.

The plan was to join her but I don’t know where the hospital is or its name. And you’re fast asleep. We know how you get when woken up abruptly. Best not to get you singing. So I decided to wait it out till she gets back. In the meantime, I’m on my laptop to that new Nas record, giving it a second listen. What a great body of work.

Yesterday, your mother pointed out some light bleeding under your neck while she was changing your diaper. Turns out, all that spitting has paid off, in the worse way possible. You have a drool rash called intertrigo. Great name I know. But yes, that’s what you have. It’s pink under your neck and I imagine it’s sore and stings when milk or other liquids settle in those folds. Thankfully the remedy is simple and something we already have i.e. vaseline.

You’re making some very odd breathing sounds… Now that’s a loud fucking cry… Going to try feeding you…