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Sixteen years ago today i had my second daughter...our only “planned” child, if you will.  I remember the morning after she was conceived telling my husband, “Well, if all goes well, we’ll have a little brother or sister for Jacquelyn in about 9 months!”  He’d been after me for almost a year to have another baby and i can honestly say, it was the most difficult decision of my life.

April 19, 1993 began like any other day.  I was fortunate enough to have a cleaning lady and she arrived nice and early.  Jacquelyn and I left mid-morning for a visit with a friend of mine.  While at Missy’s we decided to grab McDonald’s for the kids for lunch but when i tried to eat my fries, i felt nauseous.  Missy was always very in tune to me and she asked me if i was in labor.  I didn’t think so but i went home to rest.  Not too long after arriving home, i decided i was definitely in labor.  My mother-in-law came to stay with Jacquelyn and I called Paul at work...it was time!

When i arrived at the hospital, i was a mere 2 cm dilated...blah!  I walked...and walked...and walked till i was finally at 4 cm.  For anyone whose had a child, we all know that 4 cm is the magic number...EPIDURAL time!  Not today...the anesthesiologist wasn’t available!  I managed for awhile but was losing my patience as the contractions became stronger and closer together.  At 6 cm, i was scolding the doctor because i knew he’d done an epidural for a friend of mine.  He refused me and i continued to wait.  At 7 cm the anesthesiologist finally showed up and i was poised and ready!  Once the catheter was inserted and the epidural did it’s work, i was a much happier camper.  The doctor checked me and told me that the baby was transverse, meaning that she was presenting face up...not the preferred position, at least not for the doctor, so he decided to try to manually turn her.  After a few minutes of that, i told him he had to stop.  My head was hanging off the end of the bed even WITH the epidural!  The doctor decided on plan B...if the baby won’t turn, turn the mommy!  So here i am with 3 nurses and my husband managing all the tubes and cords attached to various parts of my anatomy (as well as the baby’s) while i’m trying to maneuver myself around on a bed that is a fraction of an inch wider than i am!!  After some bumbling, i said, “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a MINUTE!” and everyone stopped and looked at me.  I looked at one of the nurses and said, “So let me get this straight...you basically want me to turn over and hang out on all fours.”  She looked at me all serious and said, “Yep!”  I responded, “Okay...i just wanted to make sure we‘re all going for the same thing here because it certainly doesn’t feel like it!”

After i was situated and the tubes and cords were untangled, it wasn’t long before i felt a lurching in my belly...the baby turned in one fell swoop!  I mentioned to the nurse that i felt pressure and she waved me off...it had only been 5 minutes before that i was only 8 cm.  A minute or two later, i mentioned to another nurse that i felt pressure and she was nice enough to check me.  Imagine our surprise when her eyes got big and she proclaimed, “I see the head!”  The next minute or two was mayhem as we got me onto my back and chased down the doctor, etc.  When the nurse offered me a mirror to watch, i declined, saying, “I’m going to be a little too busy to be watching anything.”

The first push sucked...a LOT!  I remember thinking to myself, “I will NEVER do this again.”  That is the last thing i remember (i was told later that i’d been pushing non-stop for over 15 minutes) until there was all this confusion and people yelling at me and then my husband saying, “SSSHHHHH!!!!!”  The room was immediately quiet.  Paul leaned close to me and said, “Linda...stop pushing.  The cord is around the baby’s neck.”  I dropped back, limp.  The doctor relieved the tension of the cord from the baby’s neck and offered my husband the scissors to cut the cord as he had done with our first.  Huz happily obliged and i was instructed to give one more mighty push...our second daughter entered the world with little objection.

At first glance, all i could see was the glaring contrast between her and Jacquelyn.  Jax was fair-haired, light pink and dainty when she was born.  This baby girl had a shock of dark brown hair 2 inches long all over her head, her complexion was swarthy, her lips were dark red and who’s nose was THAT???  Once she was cleaned up and handed to me, i could see that i was blessed with another beautiful baby girl.  I looked at my husband and asked him what her name was.  “Kelly Ann” was his answer.



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      Vikki Hall wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • LOL! Good memories were made only to be retold thru the years. My 2 girls were different at birth...one was all peaches and cream (still is) and the other was dark haired and blue eyed till she was 1 yr old. Invasion of the body snatchers kept going thru my mind......



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      Daphne wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • I didn’t mention this in my blog but, as i was laboring, i was watching the horror of the Davidian compound burning...praying that i’d last till the 20th so the day of Kelly’s birth didn’t coincide with such a history-making tragedy.
      On Kelly’s 2nd birthday, Timothy McVeigh bombed the Murrah building in Oklahoma City.



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      Vikki Hall wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • I am so sorry about that. When I was in the hospital with my 2nd child a family (of 6 if I remember) drove their car off the road into the Detroit River. Only the parents survived. The father is in prison and I’m not sure what happened to the mother. I was at the same hospital where they brought the family in.....shivers so sad.

      That may be why my youngest is so rebellious.....



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      Cynthia Schmidt wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • I’ve never known the joy of childbirth. Linda, you helped me to understand the incredible experience it is through your blog. Maybe the birth of your daughter coinciding with those two tragic events in our country is a way for God to say, “it’s not all bad. Look what I did. Now this event gives us hope and joy amidst the pain.”



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      Daphne wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • Kelly’s cake...

      Kelly and the BF...



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      Cynthia Schmidt wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • She looks like you! So pretty!



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      Daphne wrote Apr 19, 2009
    • You wanna see something REALLY funny?  I had this caricature done for Kelly’s birthday...EVERYONE who sees it says it looks just like ME!



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