What is happening ??

When I think back to the ambulance ride, I was actually pretty calm...panic hadn't set in yet, but I had a fabulous nurse as a distraction, and I spent most of my time ( in between contractions ) looking out the back window watching to make sure Dave was still behind us.  By the time we got to the hospital though, panic had officially set in !!! There were a lot of tears, a lot of pain, and a lot of unanswered questions . I've sat and talked to a very dear friend about this ( she has 3 miracle babies of her own ) , and I know that I've blocked a lot of my memories of those first few days. Maybe it's the trauma, I'm not sure....but sometimes when I try to remember certain things I just can't.
What happened over the next 24 hours was just a blur. We were wheeled into a room, with what seemed like a million people there just waiting to examine me. And examined I was...over and over again, until someone decided that maybe all the examining wasn't helping this situation !!! They said that I was 3 cm dilated, and they were very honest and frank about the fact that this was probably not going to go in our favour. They hooked me up to a fetal heart monitor, where baby P's heart rate was very strong - some good news, FINALLY !!!! They hooked me up to this machine, and that machine, they gave me my first round of steroids to help the babys' lungs should he/she be born in the next 24 hours. They came to me wanting to administer a suppository that would help in slowing down the labour......but I made it VERY clear that I would be administering this suppository myself !! Enough with the violations for the day, thank you !!!
Well, eventually everything began to calm down, the contractions were lessening, and all in all they were fairly happy with the fact that the baby was still where it needed to be. By this point we knew how important even one extra day meant to the survival of this baby. We were right at day 1 of the 24th week....we could only pray that we could make it to day 2 !!!