We learned we were pregnant with Kingsley when Jameson was 9 months old. When it finally sunk in that our family was growing I was determined to enjoy and relish the present time in my pregnancy more that I did with Jameson’s pregnancy and birth. Jameson transfortmed from my baby to a boy during Kingsley’s pregnancy. I enjoyed my body changes, loved every minute of being apart of creation. I knew everything was quickly going to change, we would become parents of two boys under two. I wanted to just cherish every moment and put even more focus on how I wanted to raise our children.
And it was even more of a blessing to experience that with I have so many precious memories with Jameson during that time. It was just the two of us a often, my husband was very busy studying and working hard to provide for us on preperation for our new addition.
To say Kingsley’s birth was a surprise is a understatement. At 35 weeks, my husbands schedule had just slowed, we were finally getting back to somewhat normalcy and had started to make lists of what we needed to do the next few weeks to get ready for his arrival. But Kingsley had other plans. I had been throwing up, exhausted and just not myself for about three days. After talking with my doctor throughout this time period we concluded it most likely was a mixture of acid reflux (regurgitation), dehydration and just exhaustion from a stretch of hot days we had recently. But on the fourth day, after more than 12 hrs of feeling contractions consistently, they started to get a little closer and more painful. So I told my husband it was time to go in, to just make sure everything was ok. We dropped Jameson off with close family and headed on our way.
We hit traffic 10 minutes into our drive, with emotions a little high Josh and I began to take a tally of everything we had left to do or planned to do before we brought him home. Then a little stress and anxiousness started to sink in, I wasn’t fulll term yet, I couldn’t be going into labor, right? I so convincedy husband and also myself that we were just going in to be monitored and probably would be given some fluids because I knew I felt dehydrated from getting sick so often.
We arrived I was immediately given a Triage Labor and Delivery room. The muse started to monitor my contractions and it was apparent they were as consistent and strong as I felt them. Reality sunk in a bit more, it could be time. It was then that we realized we didn’t bring phone chargers, food, my quarter packed hospital bag was still at home. I also had planned to have everything prepared and packed by week 37 for whomever would be watching Jameson during labor. I felt all the emotions. Most importantly is the baby that I have so patiently carrying going to make it into this world ok?
The plan was to wait a few hours and see if anything changed. Each time they came in to check they confirmed that things were progressing, that I most likely was in labor. Because I had showed signs of labor or even possible infections with the nausea and fever they ran some tests. After 14 hrs of waiting I was admitted into a room. Josh ran home to get my hospital bag and other necessities. He checked in on Jameson and raced back to the hospital. While I waited for him to come back, I started to make the phone calls to my family.
After 28hrs of laboring at the hospital Kingsley was born at 4:08pm weighing 5.6 pounds and 19 inches long.
He was perfect. As soon as they handed him to me all my concerns and worries were lifted. He was here and everything else wasn’t important. I know we would figure it out.
Even after being so early, and tiny he was strong enough and was doing so well that he didn’t need a stay in the NICU like his brother.
He stayed right next to me in the hospital a pleasure I didn’t have right after birth with Jameson. I didn’t sleep. I just held him and fed him. He was so young and small that nursing was very tiring for him. So I had to hand express my colostrum. I was very intentional about this process, I saved ever drop I could when he was full. After the first night a nurse suggested I supplement with formula, I declined and said I would just keep what I am doing, he will get enough. We can do this. I was in a baby high, I was determined to go home on time, with a healthy happy baby. After two nights in the hospital we came home on a Saturday evening. When we arrived our place was clean, and organized. My sister in law had come over and washed my mound of laundry along with watching Jameson. What a blessing our families have been through each of our son’s birth. Having a good support system is something I so value and I am so thankful for.