Our baby girl made her arrival into the world on Monday, October 7 at 3:17am. Born on the feast of Our Lady of the Rosary, Briella Marie-Rose has stolen our hearts and her siblings are completely smitten with her. She is named after the Archangel St. Gabriel, meaning God is my strength.
I was scheduled to be induced at 41 weeks, Monday morning at 7:30am, but I was really hoping to avoid an induction knowing it increases risk being a VBAC. So I was incredibly excited when I had contractions for 3 hours on Saturday and extremely disappointed when they all of a sudden stopped.
Fast forward to 5:00am Sunday morning and the contractions started again, I leaped out of bed and started running around the house, walking in place doing everything I could to keep them coming. I knew what feast day Monday was, but didn’t know of any on Sunday so I did a quick search and was overcome with complete peace. It was the feast of Blessed Marie-Rose. A saint I had never heard of before, but Aaron and I had chosen the middle name Marie-Rose as soon as we found out our baby was a girl. It was my confirmation from heaven that everything would work out.
The contractions continued sporadically throughout the morning and then around noon they became regular around every 15 minutes. We decided to delay nap time for the little ones and go for a 3 mile walk complete with some pretty steep hills. To ensure things would continue I went for another 2 mile walk right before dinner, at this point the contractions were around every 7 minutes.
I wanted to labor as much as I could at home and also wanted to get the kids settled in for the night before heading to the hospital. So when all was said and done they were coming on strong about every 4 minutes when we arrived at the hospital about 10:00pm Sunday night.
I was ecstatic when the nurse checked me and said I was about an 8, the doctor later came in and said I was a definite 7. This was great I thought I probably only had a couple of hours left before I would be holding my sweet girl. The time marched on and contractions continued. Somewhere around 1:00am the doctor broke my water and told me to prepare for things to get intense. My goal was to hold off on an epidural for as long as I could.
The rest became somewhat of a blur. I got to the point of no return and asked for an epidural only to find out I was at a 9 and it was too late. The pain was too much to sit or lie in bed, but I was getting weaker and could tell I was on the verge of passing out. With Aaron literally holding me up as I leaned over a birthing ball I could hear the nurse call for a cart and page the doc as my blood pressure plummeted. In my mind I thought, really if this ends in a c-section all because I thought I could ride out the pain I will be so upset.
Between the cold wash cloths and some nitrous oxide my blood pressure bounced back and I was telling the nurse I was going to push. I wasn’t waiting around for things to get ready, I was pushing. Four minutes of pushing and our Briella was out!