The morning started out ordinary, I was ECSTATIC because it was our day to do our maternity photoshoot. I had felt a little crampy and just assumed it was my belly growing. We went to our photoshoot and loved every minute of it. (well ok, I did) Morgan cooperated even if he was sick. Morgan had an entire day planned out after pictures so we had Bentley with us for pictures and then were going to head off and I knew nothing. Earlier in the morning I asked Morgan if we could do his plan another day on the off chance we had to sit and wait too long at Triage. I was 19 weeks and 6 days, normally Triage won't take anyone unless they are 20+ weeks but I had been told by my OB to go in since it was twins. We went in and to our surprise there was nobody in the waiting room. Our thoughts followed with "Sweet, we will be in and out in 20 minutes". Wrong. 100% WRONG. That was when our lives changed in a matter of seconds.
I lay on the table with the Dr checking everything and is just about done when he says hes going to check one more thing...that one more thing was what showed him I was 3cm Dilated with a Bulging bag and contractions 2-3 minutes apart. As the Dr and Nurse started speaking a bunch of jibberish, I sat completely blank faced and speechless. I hear the Nurse utter out the words "This is not good, sweetheart" and that is all I remember. I looked at Morgan and hes trying to comprehend what is going to happen. I ask when I can go home (I HATE hospitals) the answer was very quickly, you won't be going home until after you deliver. Our options which were very slim were explained. They were going to admit me into Labor and Delivery and I would start Inosin (that may be wrong) to stop my contractions, we were told that anytime before 24 weeks there was nothing the Dr's could do to save Hudson and Emerson. After we were given a few minutes to process the information, I lost it. I really don't remember a lot of the day, or the days following. The words of encouragement from my Nurse Jamie (you will hear her name a lot) were what helped me stay positive. She told me that in this situation, staying positive and optimistic were what was going to help keep the boys in until 24 weeks. I was stubborn and determined to keep them in there, they were not coming out before then.
*Bentley at his puppy friend's house, while I was in*
After things had calmed down and I had accepted that this was my new home for a while, Morgan called my Mom which was probably the hardest call he has ever had to make. She was on a plane 2 days later to be with me. She stayed with me so that Morgan could go get Bentley and remain some what of a normal life for him. Morgan fortunately worked at the hospital so he came to see me before work, at lunch, and before he went home for the night. It made a big difference. It started getting really hard the more days I was there not having Morgan able to be there too. My poor mom, as if the many years of me being a stubborn child wasn't enough, she now had to deal with me being a stubborn adult. Needless to say...I wanted OUT of the hospital. I was on complete bed rest with not even being able to get up to go to the bathroom, it was horrible BUT I knew I had to do it for our boys. The days were long and I just waited for the nights to know I was making it through one more day. I took things one day at a time and Morgan and I lived by saying "we will cross that bridge when we get there". Things were ROUGH. Morgan helped me stay strong, he helped me stay optimistic even when he knew I could be falling. He was truly my rock.
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