Raging Love(88)

“It’s a girl!” He announced.

A girl? A girl? I have a daughter. I have a son and a daughter!

I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt the hot tears on my cheeks. I rushed to Savanna’s side, stroking her tired face. “We have a daughter, Darlin’.” I kissed her on the lips. “We have a daughter.”

The nurses brought our little girl over to us, wrapped in a blanket. Her fuzzy head of black hair was covered in a little cap to keep her head warm. Little eyes were open and looking out at us. Savanna held out her arms and looked to me when she was placed there with us. I couldn’t stop the tears and honestly I didn’t want to.

Our family was all just standing there taking us in, most with teared eyes themselves.

“She’s beautiful,” I said as I leaned down to kiss my baby girl.

“She’s perfect. Thank you, Colt Mitchell. Thank you so much for this life.” I stood there with my two girls, accepting the slew of pictures being taken. The doctor finally finished with Savanna and left the room.

I looked up at my family and then back down to my little girl. “Meet Christian Michelle Mitchell!”

The family began filling the room with excitement. The middle name was after a cousin of Savanna’s that had passed away. They were very close and it was important to her to have that. Christian was a name that Savanna and I had picked out that was both for a girl or boy. We both loved it and loved the nickname Chris for both a boy and a girl. To make our decision easier, Noah had finally requested the name Chris. Being that it was the only normal name he suggested, it all worked out.

After a few hours the room cleared out and just Savanna and I were there with our little girl. Savanna had already breast fed her once and she was sleeping so peacefully. While Savanna fell asleep herself, I held my little baby and just watched her sleep. A nurse came in and insisted I get some rest, so even though I didn’t want to, I laid her down in her little hospital crib and slept in the recliner next to my wife.

“When can I see Noah?” I woke up to Savanna nursing Christian. She was playing with her full head of hair as she talked.

Of all the things, she already missed our boy. “My mom said she was goin’ to wait until the roads were more clear before bringin’ him out.”

Just as I finished talking the door swung open. My mother came in first, followed by Conner with Noah on his shoulders. “Man, this kid was itchin’ somethin’ fierce to see ya’ll.”

Noah came running to me and I pointed to his sleeping sister. “She’s sleeping, so you have to be extra quiet.”

Noah crept up on my lap and looked at his sister for the first time. “She’s so little,” he whispered.

“She is only seven pounds and three ounces. That is pretty tiny for sure.” Noah smiled when I explained her size. He didn’t know much about weight, but he knew she was the smallest little baby he had ever seen.

“When can she play with me?”

“Not until she is older, Sweetie. She is still too little to play. We have to teach her to eat, and crawl and walk first.” Savanna gave him a pat on the head after she explained.

He looked sad at first studying the little baby in his mother’s arms. “Can I hold her?”

I looked to Savanna who just nodded. “Noah go sit in that chair with Grandma.” I waited for him to get adjusted. “Hold out your arms, but don’t squeeze her too tight.” Gently I placed little Christian in my son’s arms. He held her perfectly, studying her little face. The room got real quiet. “I think I might love her, Dad.”

And that there was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard in my entire life.