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I had just returned from a weekend trip with my parents and my 9 month old daughter. I had been incredibly tired all weekend and quite nauseous, especially during the car rides As I was laying on the couch, hoping I wasn't getting the flu, it dawned on me that I might be pregnant. I took a home pregnancy test which immediately indicated I was pregnant. My husband, Scott, was outside on the deck, so I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of pickles. I knocked on the patio door and pointed to the jar of pickles. He just nodded and grinned. And so the new baby was to be called "Pickle". And so we were pregnant again. It wasn't a shock or suprise, but we figured the odds of getting pregnant were lower since I was still nursing my daughter. The doctor and I figured I was due about June 1, but definitely no later than June 10. An ultrasound later determined the baby to be due May 24, 2000. The pregnancy was a little tougher this time, but no complications. I was definitely more tired, but also chasing after my daughter. I did continue to exercise at least 5 times a week and continued working full-time throughout the pregnancy. I felt much bigger this time, which explained some of the additional problems with varicose veins, back pain, and difficulty breathing. I began having contractions which at times were very strong and regular 3 weeks before our "official" due date of May 24. They were 3-4 minutes apart on several occasions for hours, but I convinced myself that this was not yet the start of labor. I was slowly progressing with dilation and effacement in those weeks, but nothing dramatic. At my last doctor appointment when I was "a week overdue" I was 1-2 cm. dilated. Unfortunately my doctor was on vacation, so I was in less of a hurry to get things over with. On June 2 I woke up at about 2:00 and noticed a bloody show. At 4:00 I woke up with a contraction which wasn't very intense, but I knew now that this was it. I got up and read for about an hour with contractions 5-6 minutes apart. At 5:00 I woke Scott to say "We're going in today, but go ahead and sleep for awhile." He tried, but 15 minutes later he came out to join me. He insisted I call the doctor but I wanted to wait awhile. I picked up the house, pausing on occasion for contractions. We finally woke my daughter up about 6:45 to bring her to my in-law's. We drove around for awhile because I was determined not to get to the hospital too early. I put on the electrodes for the TENS unit I was using, which seemed to really take the edge off the contractions. I finally paged the doctor on-call, who happened to be the doctor I saw that week. He told me to check in to the hospital. We arrived at about 8:00 a.m. and got the last available room. I got hooked up the monitor and was checked to be about 3 cm. At about 9:30 I was at 6 cm, breathing well through the contractions with the help of my husband and my TENS. I was having increased back pain and pressure so was checked at about 10:00 to be at 7-8 cm. Every nurse and doctor that came in commented that we would be done very soon, definitely within the hour. (Because I was progressing well and the last 3 cm. and delivery with my previous daughter had gone so quickly.) They prepped the room at that time. At 11:00 things were getting quite a bit more intense. When the doctor checked, things had not changed and he figured that the baby had turned posterior, which was perhaps why things had stalled. No progress had been made by 11:45 and I was told that if nothing changed by 12:00, they would start a small dose of pitocin to see if we could change the postion of the baby to progress dilation. I was having some 3 minute contractions with less than a minute of "relief". I cursed the monitor I had to be hooked up to because it confirmed what I knew to be long contractions and I would just wish the readout to decrease. I was incredibly frustrated and a little concerned by this time due to the lack of progress. The drip was finally started about 1:15 and I also had a dose of stadol about the same time. (So much for no drugs). I finally felt the incredible pressure about 1:45 and was at 10 with a lip. My doctor (well the one on-call) was in delivering another baby at the time. I was given to option to wait and pant through the contractions or they would call another associate (the office was attached to the hospital). Without a second thought I asked to have anyone there, as long as it was now! I started pushing sometime after 2:00 and at 2:10 my beautiful baby girl made her first appearance in this world. She was immediately put on my chest and just screamed. Her father and I held her for about an hour. She latched on to nurse like a champ but would shortly pull off and scream. We later found out that she had fractured her collarbone during the delivery which explained the screaming. I was fortunate to have escaped though without tearing or an episiotomy, despite the fact that she was a hefty 9#14oz. Scott and I finally chose her name while she was in the nursery getting weighed and doing all that other stuff they do. We named her Isabel June. At almost 2 weeks, Isabel, is doing great. The collarbone is healing well and she is 10-1/2 pounds already. Her sister, Coletta, is full of kisses for her though at times begs for more attention. We are thrilled and enjoying our newly expanded family.
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