Dixie and Noah Unexpected

Chapter 14

Noah POV:

"Hi honey, yeah big yawn. Good job." Dixie awed at Knox in a baby voice. "So how are we going to do this? Like how do we explain that we had a baby 6 hours ago and just didn't tell them." I asked "I don't think we really need to. I feel like if we just call them. And once they see Knox. The little details will not matter." She told me. "Also so what if they are mad. We're not obliged to tell them. Now I don't think they will be mad at all but if they are who cares." I added. "See, you get it." She laughed. "Before we do call I think that I'm going to feed him. I also want to eat something. And maybe it would be a good idea to text them and let them know what happened. Just so we don't have anybody passing out from shock." She added

"I think that I should just first text the time he was born. And then send a photo." I asked her. "Yeah do that." She told me. I scrolled back to a picture of him. That was pretty good. And selected it . I could've just taken a photo of him right in Dixies arms now but right now he has a pacifier covering up most of his face. He has actually been pretty calm today. I was expecting him to scream. But he Really just slept and cuddled. He woke up a few times to nurse and get his diaper changed. Which I am doing all of. But it's the least I can do based on that his mom basically bled out trying to deliver him. And she is having to feed him from her body every hour or so.

We hadn't announced it yet. We will show his face online. But we know the second we post anything at all. The internet will collapse. And our 8 hour old 5 weeks premature son will be at the center of  of it. We will probably watermark the first photo we post though. Just to stop creeps from claiming him as their own. I do think that I will probably tweet something later tonight like "3-17-2021❤️" later with absolutely no context.

I looked down at Knox in his bassinet. Just lying there. He is just so, so little just about 5 pounds. Lying on the hospital blanket. Sucking on a paci. His body having a reddish tint as newborns do along with a scratch and bruise on his head from when. Was born a few hours ago. His hair was dark brown if not black and spikey. His feet still stained black from the footprints they took. I realized that he would never be this little and helpless again. I was starting to tear up. Still in the emotional wreck that I was in a few hours ago.

Dixie POV:

I winced as I could feel the burning. Postpartum is no joke. Like as much as I love my little baby. And I would do damn well anything for him. He really put me through it. Especially for him being so small.

I had just finished going to the bathroom for the first time after giving birth. People were right it was honestly worse than pushing. Same when a nurse comes in every 15 minutes to push on your stomach. Which hurts like nothing short of hell. And it's "tO pReVeNt BlOoD cLoTs" well I am still passing giant clots which are apparently normal. And it's scary. But oh well.

I started to spray myself down with the peri bottle. Which I cannot live without. Along with dermoplast spray. I feel insane amounts of relief with them. But it still doesn't do it all. My nurse told me that I can change into different clothes if I want. As long as they are loose. And breastfeeding friendly. I will probably change into sweats and a sports bra as I am done with the hospital gown. And just want to be able to be somewhat put together.

My stomach still looked like I was 5 months pregnant. It doesn't bother me though. It will go down and my body created my favorite human on the face of the planet. I snapped a quick photo of my self.  Adult diaper, engorged boobs, messy hair and all. Just taking a moment to appreciate my body. And it is gonna make one hell of a Instagram post.

I wasn't having any postpartum depression symptoms. If anything I was happier than ive ever been. That might be partly that I had pre-partum depression which my doctor said might be one of the reasons I delivered early. But I'm bonding with Knox well things mentally are going great. As for physically...we're working on her. As I finished getting dressed, which was hard as I could barely bend over. I felt my bra start to get wet. My boobs we're leaking. I knew exactly what it meant.