Monday, April 6, 2015

Samuel Dale Knight

Samuel Dale Knight was born at 8:01 a.m. on April 2, 2015.  He weighed 8 lbs. 9 oz., was 19.5 inches tall, and perfect in every way.  Here is his first portrait, about four minutes after he was born.  
I woke up at about 2:30 a.m. having contractions, but this was not an uncommon thing, so I got up, had some cereal, and waited for the contractions to get closer together or stop.  Neither thing happened until about 5:30, when I thought about going back to bed.  When the idea of going back to bed made me worry about being caught lying in an uncomfortable position for a contraction, I decided to wake Todd up and let him know I was in labor (again).  He started timing contractions, which were getting closer together, and we called the midwife at 6:15.  She said she could meet us at the birth center at 6:45, so we got Jordanne up to watch the kids, let the Christensens know that they would be coming over after breakfast, and headed out. Our midwife, Allie, got stuck in traffic, and arrived just before 7, but our two student assistants and a CNM who is training to join the practice arrived early and set us up.  Right after Allie arrived she broke my water, and 58 excruciating minutes later, Samuel was in my exhausted arms.  For the record, I do not recommend the two hour labor.  Right before I started pushing I said that I had changed my mind, and I would stay pregnant.   But really, and I don't say this because four days has made me forget the experience in the slightest, Sammy is worth it.
Every inch of him is perfect!  He has blonde fuzz on his head and blackish blue eyes that open a little bit wider every day.
Three hours after he was born, we were cleared to go home.  Here is Sammy in his carseat, ready for the ride home.  
We sent Rebecca a message to let her know we were home so that she could bring the kids back, and she was surprised that Sammy had even been born already.  She thought our message that he had arrived was a joke.  This is the sign we found waiting for us at home. 
Jordanne and the kids had gone to the store and picked up flowers for us, too.  
We had a chance to rest for a while before Rebecca brought everyone home, along with dinner, which she somehow made with six kids underfoot.  The children made a lot of noise enthusiastically greeting their new brother.  Jared likes to hold Sam, but he has to be watched, since he doesn't always remember to let us know when he is going to put baby down.  
Eloise has been looking forward to holding a baby for a long time.  Can you tell?
B didn't nap at the Christensens' house, so when we suggested that he take a turn holding the baby, he started to cry. "No hold baby! No hold baby!"  I got them both on my lap and we identified Sammy's eyes, nose, and hands, and B seemed to feel better.
This is our first family portrait with all six of us.
Miraculously we got everyone facing the camera and smiling.
Look at these enormous cheeks!
Sammy gets a lot of love.

Welcome to the world, baby boy.

More Waiting for Baby

We knew baby had to be born sometime, since pregnancy is allegedly only nine months long.  When he didn't arrive quite when I expected, I settled into some disgruntled and impatient extra weeks of waiting.  At my midwife appointment on March 23, I learned that I was dilated to 4 cm, so we decided to stay a little closer to home.  We discovered this park in Bothell with a dog area while Jared was in his class at the YMCA.
Jared was mad that we went without him, so we had to go back.
Todd started working from home, convinced that I would go into labor and he wouldn't get the message.  I started into labor on Sunday morning while Todd was in a meeting at church, and, sure enough, I couldn't get ahold of him.  Fortunately, he was sitting by Cambell in the meeting, and Cambell was taking notes on his phone, so he got a message right away, and Todd came flying home.  Jordanne took the kids to church, and we headed for the birth center.  Unfortunately, labor stopped on our way to the birth center, and didn't start again, so we missed church, but still had no baby.

Monday morning, the kids and I were planning to go to Rattlesnake Lake in North Bend for a hike and a picnic, but when we got loaded into the car, we discovered that our car battery had died.  Todd was filling up bike tires using our air pump that plugs into the car on Sunday afternoon and forgot to take out his keys.  On the bright side, if this had been Tucson, we wouldn't have a car anymore, but we still had to get the car jump started.  Our neighbor, Juliana came over and jumped us, but it was too late to drive all of the way to North Bend before lunch, so we went to St. Edward State Park instead, and hiked our picnic down to the waterfront.
The kids got all of their whining out of the way in the morning when our plans kept changing, and were champs on the hike, even though it is uphill all of the way home.  B was too tired to walk most of the way back, since it was nap time, but we took it nice and slow, and I managed to carry him a significant portion of the way with only a couple of breaks.  It was a beautiful day!
That afternoon we had a midwife appointment.  I was starting to feel a little bit like we live at the birth center.  The children certainly make themselves at home.  Jared went straight for the comic books.
B found his favorite trucks.
Eloise snuggled up on me and gobbled up some animal crackers.  I believe that the orange shirt means that she was an orangutan that day.
And here is a black dog costume, complete with upstanding ears.
We settled into our routine of daily walks, chores, games, outside play, and (much appreciated) sleep, and trusted that baby could not stay inside forever.