D-Day

It was frustrating even in the 24-hours I had been in the hospital because I could not get any diffinitive answer about what the plan of action would be. It seemed that everyone was super calm and so I kept on assuming that I would be in the hospital for a few days and then I would get to go home.

At about 10:30am on the morning of January 14th my water broke. I actually had no idea what had happened because I was truly like an explosion and nothing like I had seen in the movies. The nurse confirmed that my water had broken but they also confirmed that it was only the sac around baby 1 that had broken. As you can imagine, I went into an instant panic and I was hysterical. I could not stop crying as I just new I was about to loose my boys.

All I remember for the next few hours is praying and begging my heavenly father to save my children. The doctor told me that the baby could survive without amniotic fluid (who knew) but the bad news was that I was no longer eligible for a cerclage surgery. The best case scenario would be to hold off labor until the baby reached 24 weeks which is considered a minimum gestational age for viability.

I don't want to go into the details of the next 6 days but needless to say they were terrible both for me and for Brian. I did everything that I could do to sustain the pregnancy but you learn very quickly that you are not in control.