First of all, allow me to introduce you to our newest addition, William Knox. Knox will go by his middle name, which was given to him after the county in Tennessee in which his Daddy was born and raised. William was the name of my great-grandfather on one side, and great-great-great grandfather on the other. Like his big brother, he has a family name, and we love passing down that special tradition.
But back to Knox's birth story…
On Friday afternoon during Walker's nap time, I started having regular contractions every seven minutes. I started timing them with an iPhone contraction timer app (there is seriously an app for everything!), and then around 3 p.m., I called Brandon at work to let him know what was going on and told him I'd keep him updated. Since it was Friday afternoon and DFW traffic would be horrendous, I called him back around 3:30 p.m. and asked him to go ahead and come home since his drive home would be about 20 minutes northeast; his Mom would have to drive 20 minutes west to our house to come get Walker; and we would have to drive 20 minutes north to the hospital. So, during his drive home, Walker woke up from his nap complaining of a headache and was really whiny and clingy. I was in pain from the contractions, and just sad knowing that my last time to see Walker before we brought his little brother home was him being really fussy and unlike himself.
Brandon got home and we waited just a few minutes for his mom to get here, and we grabbed our packed bags and headed to the hospital. On the way there, we got a call from his mom that Walker had just thrown up all over her car. I was *this close* to crying. Seriously, I knew I needed to take care of and worry about myself and Knox, but my mama heart was broken that Walker was sick and I wasn't able to be there for him.
We checked into the hospital and I was still dilated to a 3.5. I could have cried some more; my contractions were so strong and I was still at only a 3.5?! The nurses had me walk around the labor & delivery floor and my contractions only got stronger. But still, after four hours, I hadn't progressed and they had to send me home. I bawled practically the entire way home. We picked up spicy Mexican food on the way home, and I ate that for a super late supper and then took a hot bath. Nothing really happened overnight, but I was still contracting and in pain.
We drove to my in-law's to pick Walker up on Saturday morning, and he was just fine. He apparently had had a little bug, but was acting completely normal. Selfishly, I was thankful he was feeling like himself because I knew we'd be having the baby in a few days and I wanted Walker to be healthy and able to come visit his brother in the hospital!
My contractions got stronger and stronger on Saturday, but I kept doing things around the house because I couldn't just sit and have my mind on them the entire evening. Once Walker went to bed, Brandon and I watched a couple of episodes of "Blue Bloods" while I timed my contractions and breathed through each one. We went to bed and I didn't really sleep because I kept timing those contractions.
At 1:30 a.m. Sunday morning, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and lost a ton of blood; so much so that I thought my water broke (it was dark) and remember saying, "Uh, yeah. Brandon? My water broke." He practically flew out of bed and when I turned on the light in the bathroom, I noticed it was blood and started to get really scared and anxious. I had Brandon grab my phone and I called my friend Ashley to come over and be at the house with Walker (she lives right around the corner) until my mother-in-law could get there. We quickly got dressed and Brandon drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital.
We got there around 2 a.m. and were checked into a Triage room on the Labor & Delivery floor, where the nurse checked me -- still a 3.5. I cried and told Brandon there was no way that was possible and there was also no way I was going home in this much pain and having lost that much blood. They told me I had to wait for two hours to be checked again, and I spent those two hours writhing in pain and holding the sides of the bed during each painful contraction. The nurse came in around 4 a.m. and checked me; I was dilated to a 5 and they began the admissions process.
I was wheeled into a labor suite and they had to do the blood test and start my IV before I could get an epidural. At this point, I was in the most pain I've ever been in in my life. I was begging for the epidural, but we had to wait for the blood test to come back and my IV to start before I could get it. Finally, they checked me and I was dilated to a 7 at 5 a.m., and then the anesthesiologist (God bless that man) rolled in his cart and began my epidural. (Allow me to just say that I got my epidural at a 3 with Walker, so seriously, I give all you natural birth mamas the biggest high five because goodnight, I couldn't have made it any longer.) He started my epidural and it only worked on my right side, and then I got really hot and felt like I was going to get sick. The nurse quickly got some Zofran in my IV, and the anesthesiologist came back in and had to redo my epidural. It kicked in really fast, and my pain was gone. It was wonderful!
My doctor came up to the hospital around 6 a.m. to check in on me, and I was dilated to an 8. She broke my water and told me to get some rest and she'd be back in about an hour. At 8 a.m., the nurses came in and told me to do some practice pushes, and then told me that the doctor was on her way because I was dilated to a 10 and this baby was ready! I pushed for 37 minutes, and our sweet Knox was born (sunny-side up) at 8:37 a.m. weighing 7 lbs., 11 oz. and was 21.5 inches long.
I was able to immediately do skin-to-skin and then they had to take him over to the warming table because he had swallowed some meconium and they had to suction that out. They quickly brought him back over to me for more skin-to-skin and nursing time, and he did that like a pro!
My in-law's brought Walker up, who was so excited to finally get to meet his "baby Knox," who we've been talking about for months and months! He opened his gift from his brother, and was just thrilled to see Brandon and me after a really off-kilter weekend. One of Brandon's brothers, Todd, his wife Nikki and son Brayden came up, and then they moved me to my postpartum room and my parents, who had been driving up from near Houston all morning, were able to visit us, along with my sister and aunt.
We came home on Monday afternoon, which was amazing. My parents actually took Walker to their house for the week, and he's coming home today; we are so excited to see him! So far, it's been completely wonderful and even though we haven't had a "real" experience with a toddler and a newborn yet, Knox has been a great baby and Brandon and I feel so much more confident this go-round. :) We were truly nervous about loving two children, but it's true what they say: your heart just expands!