Stephen's sister Kelly had a friend that wanted to practice taking pictures of newborns. I, of course, was all about it. Knox wasn't too thrilled about being naked, as seen in the above photo but it turned out to be my favorite picture. I'm assuming this won't be the first time I'm reveling in his misery!
I wasn't exactly prepared to be in the pictures, but Knox wasn't having any part of doing it alone....so we obliged. Ponytails are way cooler in professional pictures than actually showering and getting ready. Oh well, at least she's a pro at Photoshop :)
He had his two-week doctor's appointment and passed with FLYING colors. The doc said his main goal should be to have regained his birth weight. He did that at one week, and is now gone from 6lbs. 11oz to 7lbs 7oz (25th percentile)! He's gained 12 oz in two weeks! We're proud of our little eater! He's also grown two inches, from 19.25" to 21.25" (75th percentile). Maybe he'll be tall!!
We're loving every minute of being Knox's parents...here's some recent pics of our little guy!
My nephew Conner was getting dedicated, so we headed to our first church service with Knox praying he wouldn't disturb the pastor in the middle of his sermon. Thankfully, we're able to see the change in his demeanor and can predict when he's about to blow a gasket. And it happened just after the dedication. so we were lucky! He had a cute little outfit on (and by cute I mean cute for a premie onesie...no adorable button downs yet :( ) and after I fed him, he lost all three bodily functions on his clothes and elsewhere...thus ruining pics for the time being.
Once we got home we forgot all about taking family pictures, and to be honest didn't rememeber until well after 9pm. At this point we all had our PJ's on. I didn't care, it's us!
So, without further adieu...My first Mother's Day!!
I had an appointment (39 weeks) on Monday morning. The doctor checked me out and said I was 3cm and 50% effaced. She told me to go home and walk, and I could either go into labor that night or it might take a few days. Either way, we'd induce on Thursday.
I got home and hit the pavement. About five minutes into the walk the contractions started. I timed them, and towards the end of the walk they were consistently 4 minutes apart. You are to call the doctor and head to the hospital when they are 5 minutes apart for 1 hour. To say I was getting my hopes up is an understatement.
When I got home, the contractions subsided. Stephen and I decided to run some last minute errands, and we of course parked far away so I could walk further!! Once we got home, the contractions started arriving regularly again at 5 minutes apart. I jumped in the shower and got ready, called the doctor once we hit the hour mark and we packed up for the hospital.
Stephen's parents were on their way in, and ironically arrived when we were about to head out. Stephen and I headed to Chick-fil-A to make sure I'd eaten (it was about 6:30pm) and then headed into the hospital. Once we arrived and were in the L&D room, the nurse checked me and found that I hadn't really changed since my morning appointment. I was disappointed, and to make matters worse the nurse said if I didn't change in the next hour they were going to send me home with an Ambien to get some rest. My contractions weren't regular at this point, so I was really nervous.
The nurse came in an hour later and I'd progressed to a 4. She was admitting me. I was ecstatic. I was able to get up and walk around at that point, hoping to move labor along. It was at this point that the labor moved to my back. It was excruciating. I held on as long as I could, and at 6cm I decided to get the epidural (around midnight). It.Changed.My.Life.
My parents arrived soon after, and when the nurse checked me she realized I'd progressed at double the rate she expected and I was now at an 8. She called the doctor in and decided that since my contractions weren't regular (they never were) she wanted to give me pitocin to make sure I kept progressing. Well, I did, and before the doctor could get back in the room I was ready to push. After ten minutes of pushing, he arrived. Full head of hair and a hearty scream. We cried, kissed, loved on our son and became a family!
Now...onto what you came here for :)