Noah and Dixie have been in a relationship for only a few months when they found out she is pregnant. A complete mistake. How will these two 19 year old handle birth, pregnancy, postpartum, and a newborn.
"5 pounds 6 ounces." His pediatrician told me as he was weighing Knox again. "Is that ok. He lost weight?" I asked concerned biting my lip. "No no no. It's completely normal. Babies usually lose some of their birth weight. He is in fact gaining it back really well." He informed me. "So he is completely ok. I don't need to do anything different." I asked "No. Just make sure he has at least 6 wet diapers a day and at least 3 dirty ones." He informed me. "His latch is great. Everything is going really well as long as feeding goes." She added. "Oh gosh thank you." I thanked her. " No problem your doing great." She said back.
He was surprisingly calm while getting checked out. I was not. I felt like I was just not doing enough for him. Noah and I can barely keep our eyes open we are so tired. We have had 2 nights with Knox so far. And it is a lot. Exhausting. But so so worth it. I can't even describe how much I love him.
We should have gone home yesterday...that didn't happen. Since Knox is a preemie they wanted to keep observing him. Which not going to lie pissed me off. My mom wasn't exactly thrilled either. But it did give us the time we need to get the place ready for him. us not having some of the basic things we need for him. Becuase well...we thought we had some time. So I sent Noah to target. With a detailed list of what to get. Yeah...we'll see how this goes
"Hips look all good, rotating normally. Eyes, flash white. All good. The head still has a soft spot. So make sure your don't let anybody press on it. Or poke it." He told me. Explaining that sometimes people think it's good luck to poke it but it is really not. "Everything looks good. Nothing out of the ordinary. Besides being so small. But he is 5 weeks early so we'll give him that." He told me as he swaddled him up to hand him to me again.
Once he was handed to me. His doctor let me know that a nurse would be coming in for a car seat test once he was fed and changed and would have to pass in order to leave the hospital. I slightly groaned under my breath as I heard that. I had the car seat with me. I know it's safe. I did crazy research on it. But for some reason having to put Knox in it. Or just even the idea of having him ride in the car scares me.
"They messed up your hair dude." I told him while kicking the blanket off of us. "Everyone is just messing with you and you're still so sweet." I awed as he just calmly rested on my chest sucking a paci.
Holding him distracted me from the real world. I was in my own little world with him and I was Distracted from everything. Even the free for all that had become Instagram.
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Hi sweet boy...
Knox Vincent D'amelio-Beck 5lbs 12 oz 3-17-21
Announcing your babies birth is should not have been as stressful as it is. We the gave bare amount of information. It was short and sweet. No long dramatic and emotional descriptions. Exactly what both our lawyers had advised. In our reaches to be responsible with our son. We By no means are we about to become a family channel...Hell no. We agreed that only 1/8 of our posts can be about him. Basically just respect his privacy. Even now Noah posted
