Sweet Savannah.

Our little Savannah Pearl finally made her appearance on December 28th at 7:53pm. She was 9lbs 5oz and 20.5 inches long. My water broke at 12:30am on the 28th, ONLY 11days overdue. I tried to go to bed early that night because I had a feeling that she would be born on Wednesday the 28th, as that was the exact amount of time I was overdue with Lyla. I was too anxious and only got about 2 hours of sleep before my water broke. Once I was up, adrenaline took over and I was ready to go have a baby. Once my mom came over to watch Lyla; Matt and I went to the hospital at 2:30. We arrived at the hospital and met up with our Douala and everything was really good at this point. They sent us right to a room. Contractions were coming slow and steady. I had wanted to labor as long as possible at home, but once my water breaks I always have this mental picture of the baby somehow struggling because it's little comfy home is empty. I have been assured time and time again that this is not the case but I can't get past it. So each time I have let myself believe I would be home for hours laboring, but quite the contrary, I've got 2 hours max in me.

I will spare the details until I have fully organized and processed them. It will take a little bit of time. I had another unmedicated birth and it was a mental challenge like no other. It was 17.5 hours. A much harder labor than Lyla's. I am proud of myself though. I decided to have another unmedicated birth, not because I wanted to impress other people or needed to prove something, I did it for Savannah. Each woman has to do what feels right for them. I look at it as the first unique and special bond a mom has with her child. No one else can have it. I just can't understand how all the medicines at the very end of pregnancy can't have some impact on this new little person. Here's what I picture: 30 years from now there will be some commercial on TV saying "If you had your child between X year and Y year and you had (any birth drug) containing 'BlahBlahBlah' they are at risk for x,y,p,d and q. Yep, that's a glance into my brain. I can't get past that thought process. I hope I am wrong, but I'm not 100% convinced I will be. I don't want my children's birth to be part of some class action suit. If all I have to do is experience childbirth, a task my body was designed to do, then so be it. I'm in. I may never know if my lack of medicine made a difference or not, but I do know I felt every minute I worked to meet Savannah. That is a feeling only I will understand and that is special to me.

Savannah is one sweet little lady. She cries very little, really only when she is hungry. Her cry is this tiny little cry that sounds like one of those little baby dolls "whaaaaa, whaaaaaa, whaaaaaa". Her chin shakes too when she cries which makes it extra endearing and sad at the same time. She mostly just looks around and gives a smile every now and again. Matt and I were just discussing tonight how it just feels different having two girls- it feels right and it feels fun.