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On April 8th, 1994, I phoned my OB about a severe pain in my back. Earlier I had been told "my stomach was already so tight that I would probably only feel contractions in my back." So for this purpose I phoned my OB with concern. He instructed me to go to the ER. They checked out my complaint and found I was 1cm dilated. They kept me for 24 hour observations, put me on medications and gave me a shot that would stop the pre-term contractions. On April 9th, they had me walk around periodically for a couple of hours. They gave me another exam, and concluded that the dilation had stopped. I was to go home on complete bed rest, and put on Brethene to take when the onset of contractions (or in my case severe back pain) set in.
This was effective for a week. I went in on Thursday, April 14, 1994 at 4:00PM; upon being checked in my OB's office, I was dialated to 4cm. He panicked, basically, and said we had to stop this immediately. My husband was instructed to take me via a wheelchair to the Labor and Delivery Hall, while my OB made some phone calls . . . hind sight now tells me he was informing the NICU. During the hectic process of being put in a Delivery Room, a nurse came in and examined me . . . she ran to the hall and YELLED, "she's a nine, get her OB here STAT!" She came back and immediately began and to give me, what I thought was a shot. I said, "Oh that's that "miracle stuff"; it will stop these contractions . . ." (We at that time, were unaware what "she's a nine" meant.) The nurse looked up at me, then to my husband, and back to me, then said, "Honey, your 9 cm dilated, we can't stop a thing, you're having these babies, NOW!" My husband and I could do nothing but cry . . .
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