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Recap of Savannah's Special Day
Apparently, I was on a bit of a high from meeting our little beauty when I committed to updated photos by the weekend :) It’s now been 11 days since our favorite little girl officially entered our lives. She has been absolutely perfect in every way possible. She eats every 3 hours during the day, is awake for 5-10 minutes, and then sleeps until her next feeding. During the night, we are waking little Savannah up every 4-hours so we are getting 8 hours of rest with a 30 minute break in between. This seems to be just enough for both Dan and I. We can’t figure out if it is easier this time around because we are more experienced or if she really is that easy! Either way, no complaints from us thus far.
Now, onto a reflection of the special day...
As you all know, Savannah Michelle was a planned C-Section due to the fact that Carson was a C-Section and we were once again predicting at least an 8lb baby. Since Carson came 2 weeks early (14 days), we decided to be conservative and schedule Savannah’s special day 9 days prior to the due date. I wanted it 3 weeks earlier but was unable to negotiate further than the 9 days. As it turns out, Savannah agreed with this date and hence, put me into labor at 1AM the day of the surgery (approximately 7 ½ hours before the planned time). After a few phone calls to the hospital and the on-call doctor, we decided I should go in and make sure Savannah was able to be monitored. We would still wait for the planned time of 8:30am for the surgery.
After getting off the phone with the doctor, I told Dan (all cozy in the bed) that we needed to go to the hospital. As you can imagine, he was a bit irritated by the fact that we were so close to having a relaxing drive to the hospital at 6am. It seemed a bit like deja vu, except the roles were slightly reversed this time around. With Carson, I wasn’t even able to finish the sentence of “My water broke” before Dan was in the car saying “Let’s Go!.” When he got the news the second time around he took his time brushing his teeth, having a snack, and casually roamed the house to make sure everything was in place. Meanwhile, I’m getting the rest of my things together and bent over in pain every 5-6 minutes. I realized that as we left the house and we were only going 15MPH that I hadn’t gotten my point across clear enough that we needed to pick up the pace!
We got to the hospital at about 3:30 and immediately got set up in a room. I felt much better being at the hospital where I could see our baby’s heart rate and know she was doing okay. By 5:00 the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and then my water broke, at which time I called for something, anything to help with the pain. As the Sosinski saying goes...high pain tolerance, low pain acceptance. By golly, if there is something you can give me, then give it to me now! By 6:30, the epidural was in place and I was up and joking with my wonderful husband again. Phew! With that wonderful pain medication, I was able to make it to the planned surgery time of 8:30. Savannah entered this world at 8:53 with the loudest cry I could have hoped for.
In the end, we had the date and time right as originally planned but at least now we know that her astrology sign is correct!
Now, onto a reflection of the special day...
As you all know, Savannah Michelle was a planned C-Section due to the fact that Carson was a C-Section and we were once again predicting at least an 8lb baby. Since Carson came 2 weeks early (14 days), we decided to be conservative and schedule Savannah’s special day 9 days prior to the due date. I wanted it 3 weeks earlier but was unable to negotiate further than the 9 days. As it turns out, Savannah agreed with this date and hence, put me into labor at 1AM the day of the surgery (approximately 7 ½ hours before the planned time). After a few phone calls to the hospital and the on-call doctor, we decided I should go in and make sure Savannah was able to be monitored. We would still wait for the planned time of 8:30am for the surgery.
After getting off the phone with the doctor, I told Dan (all cozy in the bed) that we needed to go to the hospital. As you can imagine, he was a bit irritated by the fact that we were so close to having a relaxing drive to the hospital at 6am. It seemed a bit like deja vu, except the roles were slightly reversed this time around. With Carson, I wasn’t even able to finish the sentence of “My water broke” before Dan was in the car saying “Let’s Go!.” When he got the news the second time around he took his time brushing his teeth, having a snack, and casually roamed the house to make sure everything was in place. Meanwhile, I’m getting the rest of my things together and bent over in pain every 5-6 minutes. I realized that as we left the house and we were only going 15MPH that I hadn’t gotten my point across clear enough that we needed to pick up the pace!
We got to the hospital at about 3:30 and immediately got set up in a room. I felt much better being at the hospital where I could see our baby’s heart rate and know she was doing okay. By 5:00 the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and then my water broke, at which time I called for something, anything to help with the pain. As the Sosinski saying goes...high pain tolerance, low pain acceptance. By golly, if there is something you can give me, then give it to me now! By 6:30, the epidural was in place and I was up and joking with my wonderful husband again. Phew! With that wonderful pain medication, I was able to make it to the planned surgery time of 8:30. Savannah entered this world at 8:53 with the loudest cry I could have hoped for.
In the end, we had the date and time right as originally planned but at least now we know that her astrology sign is correct!
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