Happy 1/2 year birthday to Brielle! It is hard to believe she's been here for 6 months already, and in other ways, hard to imagine life without our sweet girl. I made a goal for myself to post her birth story before she was 6 months old. Apparently I work better with shorter deadlines. I'm typing the story as I wrote in my journal nearly 6 months ago. Read on if you're interested in the details :)
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| A few days before Brielle was born |
While it started in a similar fashion, everything else about this labor was a unique experience for me. With Shiloh and Avdon, labor started very shortly after I felt decent leaving my home visitation work for someone else to do. This time leaving was particularly stressful with deadlines, extra things like Gold and MIECHV that I didn't have before, and the 45-day deadline of Oct. 6. (Plus I wondered if just possibly Chris would get that job and we'd move to MN...). It was a lot to do and prepare for and I had an especially hard time getting everything done with my Burmese families due to problems with our translators that were out of my control. I was a stressed mess. My hope all week was to get things wrapped up by Friday. So Friday at 5:00 pm I left the building feeling good (not great, but good) about what I was leaving. Fairly regular, but not at all painful, contractions started right then and there as I was leaving the building, and I had a feeling it would happen over the weekend.
After midnight, probably 12:30, they started in for sure. I did my best to sleep through them, but didn't sleep well. I woke Chris up around 3:00 to have him help put Avdon's overnight diapers into the dryer so we could pack them soon. I was anticipating that at any minute these contractions would kick into high gear. I made it through the night with a fitful sleep at best. In the morning we finished up all the packing as we waited for labor to pick up (this was 9 days before my due date). I started timing the contractions. They were 8-10 minutes apart, sometimes even 20. I had to stop and breathe through them, but mostly stood or leaned against something. Chris took Shiloh and Avdon over to his parent's, or rather, met them at dance class and then came back home with me. I finished up some deep cleaning with the vacuum and got a few more things cleaned up around the house. We ate a fairly big lunch of leftovers and then in hopes of stopping or speeding up labor, I took a bath. It did neither. I took my time and pampered myself in the bath and painted my toenails. The contractions remained 8-10 minutes apart and 30-45 seconds long. I remember one distinctly. I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen and could feel the baby's head and so much pressure. It was so amazingly uncomfortable!
We eventually went on a walk. I was getting discouraged that labor was not going anywhere, thinking maybe it was all a false call, doubting myself, and wondering if we should go pick up the kids and have them home with us. The walk was the last thing I was going to try before getting the kids. The day was absolutely gorgeous. Other than the strange uncertainty of what was going on with my labor, the day was relaxed and spending time with Chris was wonderful. The walk was really nice and sped up contractions somewhat. They were about 5-6 minutes apart and lasted a little bit longer. I definitely couldn't walk through them, so we paused whenever I had one. We would have walked much longer, but I really had to pee and barely made it home in time. I sat down to rest and was planning on going back out to continue walking and hoping to go up to 4 Queens. Before long I didn't feel like going that far for ice cream and made my way downstairs to get ice cream here. I wound up on the couch and soon was feeling overwhelmed by my contractions. They were still spaced out, but definitely more intense and lasting longer. We tried calling the midwives and were unsuccessful at getting through. After several tries I decided we should just go. I was starting to doubt I could do this and felt nauseous. At the same time I felt mostly in control and the drive to Allen (about 4:50 pm) wasn't horrible. Unlike the other two, I did not find lying on my side to be the most relaxing, so sitting and reclining on my back was ok. They let me go straight into room 371, where I started to cry. Jessica met us in the room and I explained to her I didn't know why I was crying, but I wasn't sad. I didn't want her to think I was sad she was the midwife on call :). We got settled in and she checked me to find I was 6-7 cm, 90% effaced and at a station 0, "at least." She was surprised at how low the baby was. I wasn't too bothered by the monitors and remained reclined on my back, one leg stretched out and my right leg kind of bent. I remember thinking how weird it was that this position was the most comfortable. The contractions were spaced out, but often long and fairly difficult to get through. Jessica got the monitors off, lights down and

we finished up questioning with the nurse, Nancy, who was very sweet. I like it best when Jessica and Tess (our nursing student) left the room and it was just Chris and me. I mostly needed to hold Chris' hand to make it through contractions. I also used visualization again, really picturing what my uterus was doing. At several points in between contractions I was having conversations with Jessica and Tess and Chris, and thinking about how glad I was to have not gone to Aoife's birthday party and how strange it was that exactly a year before, I was joining Gina in her labor and now I was in labor myself!
Chris was encouraging me to get up, move around, anything but lie still, and I didn't really want to because I was so comfortable. Finally, though, I had to get up and go to the bathroom. I had a contraction in the bathroom and held onto Chris while I stood through it. I must have gone back to bed and everyone was gone out of the room again. It went quickly after that. I had a different sort of contraction, maybe 2, Chris asked if I needed to push, because at this point I was grunting and making some noise! He called the nurses and that was the beginning of the end. It went so fast and those contractions were so hard and never stopped once they started. Unlike the previous 2 babies, I felt completely out of control during stage 2. I was on my side and could hardly turn over. I barely was able to tuck my chin and pull my legs up and out. Jessica was asking me to relax my bottom or giving other suggestions, and I remember saying "I can't do anything!" I was hoping to use a squat bar and planning on "doing a better job pushing" with this baby, but there was none of that! And just as fast as it started, I was pushing out a baby. It hurts so bad, but yet the feeling of a baby's head and shoulders and torso coming out is something incredible. I didn't really get breaks between those crazy contractions, it just all happened so fast, and I am tearing up just thinking about how precious and wonderful it was. It's a girl! Of course it was, we knew deep down, but now we really knew, and she was here. She had a short cord, so she didn't reach very far up, but I held that warm, vernixy body on my belly, hearing her cry and being amazed and in shock that it was all over.
I was pretty uncomfortable, but got that placenta out, got a 2nd degree tear stitched up, Chris got the cord cut and held her closer. I think while I was getting stitched they weighed her and soon she was back and nursing. She was born at 6:49, not quite 2 hours after arriving at the hospital. She wouldn't have a name until 4:00 am, but when she got one, it was perfect. We stayed only 24 hours after she was born. The nurses Leah and Robi were incredible, taking such good care of us. And so she came. She was our little secret until 10:00 pm when we called our parents. Then late the next morning we alerted the world. We had a quiet, mostly restful stay. Third babies are great for that! What a gift, and how thankful to God we are! Brielle Ronen-God is my strength and song-the perfect addition to our family!