Dixie and Noah Unexpected

Chapter 22

Dixie POV:

I woke up in the early hours of the morning to Knox pulling on my shirt. The second I opened my eyes I felt a wave of nausea come onto me. Whatever Noah and the baby got must have spread to me. It felt horrible. But before Knox woke up or started to cry I knew I needed to feed him. I pulled up my shirt and let him, nurse. I sat up slightly and l just felt like absolute shit. I felt just overheated and lethargic. My baby needs me though so I gotta suck it up.

After Knox finished eating and I got up to grab a diaper to change him. The second I stood up I felt lightheaded as I was about to fall over. I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade drinking it quickly. I walked back into our room and changed the baby quickly before collapsing back in bed. I didn't feel comfortable bed-sharing with Knox while was this out of it so I placed him in his bassinet. He will wake up confused but better be safe than sorry. I crawled over to Noah's side of the bed curling up in his arms. Trying to just get through all of this.

I woke up a few hours later again to Knox crying trying to suck on his hand looking around confused. He was confused as he only ever takes naps in his bassinet or crib. We have mixed feelings about him sleeping in his crib all night as he is only 3 months old. So we probably will end up co-sleeping for the next few months. And he sleeps so much better when he's with us.

I picked him up and he immediately calmed down. He just wanted to be held. I couldn't take him back in bed with us as I was just too out of it. It wasn't safe. So I rocked back and forth with him. Trying to soothe him back to sleep. But this boy was just wide awake. I've been trying to limit the number of times that I give in and nurse him to sleep. So he doesn't become dependent on me to sleep. But I'm giving in tonight we both desperately need to get to sleep.

I sat up in bed closing my eyes as he ate. My supply has decreased slightly from the amount of stress I've been under. But he's still getting enough so I'm trying not to worry. Knox put his hand on my chest. It was always so sweet when he did this. He's such a sweet clingy baby. His favorite thing is to be in the baby wrap on Noah or me. Along with that, he is low-key addicted to his Pacifier. Not looking forward to having to wean him from it in a year or two. He is just so small and young that we don't know who he will take more after. But it has become pretty apparent that he is a mini version of me but acts exactly like Noah. Honestly the most perfect thing.

Even after he finished eating he was still awake just fighting sleep harder than usual. We walked around for a little bit just trying to tire him out. Once he finally settled down. I placed him in the baby swing and turned on the sound machine. That should have done the trick but the dead second I got comfortable in bed, curled up by Noah. He noticed that he was alone and started to cry. "I got him. You sleep." Noah told me yawning while getting up.

Noah picked him up and brought him back to the bed. "No baby he can't come in here," I told him as I put my hand over my head. "Wait why not...hey baby are you feeling ok?" He asked me while cradling Knox in his arms. "No, we can't have in the bed right now. I'm worried that I'm too out of it." I explained to him rubbing my eyes. "How about I keep him on my side with me. Because I feel completely fine now." He asked me, "Ok." I said tiresomely. "Baby you seem sick." He told me concerned. "I'm fine, it doesn't matter." I groaned "just get some sleep. I got the baby." He told me placing his thumb on my lips. I placed my hand in his arm as he walked out of the room and I fell asleep immediately.

Noah POV:

I brought Knox out into the spare bedroom with me. The only other one was his room. Which only has his crib and his clothes in it. So I can't exactly sleep in there. I laid him down on the bed grabbing another sleeper and cortisone creams to change him into. We had to do this like 6 times a day to stop any irritation on his skin. By the way, getting Aquaphor or steroid creme out of cotton zipper sleepers should be an Olympic sport. I'm not exaggerating.

He hated having the cold creme rubbed all over his body and then having it covered in clothing so he doesn't scratch his brains out. But he also hates getting his diaper changed or even when the bathwater is Lukewarm. He just likes to be cozy.

Once he was all changed I laid down in bed next to him. Spooning around him. Rubbing his back. Struggling to keep my eyes open. I just listened to my baby breathing. Something about that is just the most relaxing thing ever. Knowing that I created that little life than hearing its breath is so unreal. I fell asleep slowly right after he did.

We both slept badly for the rest of the night. Knox only waking up he keeps spitting his paci out.  Because of the hand foot and mouth rash he has sores under his tongue which I can only imagine does not feel good. I may or may not be spying on Dixie with the baby monitor that is pointed at our bed cause that's where Knox sleeps. She slept like a rock. Which is incredibly unusual for her. She almost always wakes up routinely throughout the night just randomly checking on me and the baby.

I slept in the spare bedroom with Knox so she could sleep and hopefully feel better this morning. I feel ok. A big congested but ok still. Knox is doing better but still sick. He had a rough night last night and had trouble sleeping. Poor Dixie kept having to get up for the entire night. Then I took over and I had to. To add fuel to the fire we got home at 1 a.m. so we got maybe a solid 2 hours all together and that's being generous.

I decided to order some nice food from a nice diner for breakfast to surprise Dixie. We never get to eat breakfast altogether because we always have something to go or do. So this should be nice. I ordered the food while Knox slept in the crook of my arm. I had put him in a Velcro swaddle which is a baby straight jacket to help him sleep better. And it did the trick he has been sleeping for the last hour. I was even able to...go to the bathroom alone. That's big. Like real big. We usually just swaddle him in a normal receiving blanket so this is a breakthrough.

I opened my phone and checked on Dixie through the baby monitor. Still sleeping. That's good though. She needs it. I let Knox sleep for a bit longer taking him out and placing him in the dock a tot in the kitchen while I made myself an iced coffee.

The second Knox started to fuss I ran over and soothed him immediately. Grabbing a bottle quickly and warming up some milk. After a bit of fighting with me, He took it. Knox does not like bottles he will fight you like I mean to fight you on it. He has gotten better though. I burped him and changed him into a fresh soft sleeper. Before I heard a Knock on the door.

When I opened it I saw all the food I had ordered. I checked on Dixie real quick and saw that she was rubbing her eyes. I moved quickly and took all the food out of the original packaging and placed it on a nice plate for us all. Before grabbing the baby in one arm the food in the other and walking into our bedroom. "Hey baby, good morning." I kissed her. "Morning babe," she said in a sore voice while taking Knox from me. "Good morning baby. Did you have a good snooze? Did you have a good snooze?!" She asked excitedly but still raspy and sore.

"You got us French toast dippers?! Aww, thank you bubs." She awed at me. "Of course, are you feeling better?" I asked concerned "No, not much. I think I might have whatever virus Knox has. But thank you for taking over last night I needed it." She told me tiredly. "Of course baby. I'm always here if you need me." I told her. I'm always here if you need me.

*ugh they need to stop getting sick. Also 2 chapters in 2 says who am I?! LMAOOOO