Whirlwind of a weekm

Well, this week can be summed up in te title of this post. I'm already getting a little emotional as I write it, so i hope you can forgive me, but I feel like this needs to be written for myself and my posterity. Wednesday night, I was at mutual with my YW, we were having a great time enjoying porta sub sandwiches. We decided to change up our activity because of the rain, and ended up playing a game that involved keeping a beach ball from hitting the ground. We were trying to encourage the girls to communicate as a team. If many one knows me, they know that I can't sit on the sidelines and watch. So, being 32 weeks pregnant, I joined in. We were sighing and having fun. I started getting some lower back pain and pressure in my vaginal area, ut this had had happened before, so i didn't think much of it, about 45 minutes into to it, I felt this huge gush. I clung my legs together and went to the bathroom, all i could see was bright blood that had soaked through to my capris. Trying to not panic, I went to my counselor, a NICU nurse, who then told me to call my doctor.so i called my nurse who is a family friend and told me to go to the hospital. At this point I was totally freaking out. Will was in California for some work training and I was by myself. So I headed to the hospital where my parents and in-laws met me, and my dad's gave me a blessing. The blessing consisted of love and comfort for me as well as Dallas, I knew I was in good hands.

Reality set in a little more whe my doctor wanted to observe me over night. I had a whole day of clients set up, I couldn't reschedule just because I was I the hospital. But I did. The doctor was concern I had either an abruption or my mucus plug came out (Water broke). So after a night with my mom, (will was still in Cali), I got an iv, steroid shot to develop dallas' lungs, and got pricked 3 separate times from the lab people. I was tired and thinking I would go home today. Dallas and heavenly father had something else planned. The perinatologist did an ultrasound on me and even with an iv, my fluids were at a 5, usually they want it at a 10. This mean that most likely my water broke. We were also grateful to hear news that Dallas was 4.5 lbs and was as healthy as he could be. She told us if anything happened and they had to deliver him right now, he would survive and be healthy, but would have to spend timei the NICU. That news was wonderful to hear.

Up to this point, emotionally I was doing great. Everything that Jews being told sounded good and comforting, knew everything was going to
be ok. Throughout my whole pregnancy, i never has any huge expectations and felt like I was just talking it day by day that I would handle was sore backache it came or the puffy ankles. I really felt the same way at the hospital, that this was something that I need to handle and it would be ok.

So anyways, will came Thursday night which was wonderful. I don't think I realized how much I needed him and relied on him to be there. Being able to communicate my feelings to him seemed easier. Again, will felt the same as I did, just really comforted and knew it would be
ok. We got another ultrasound the next morning (which was yesterday,Friday for us) my fluid was slightly lower then the day before, so they definitely thought it was my water. Doctor Swainston then began to explain how they're goal is to try and keep Dallas in me as long as they can. He explained that it's healthier for him inside me then the NiCU and as soon as that begins to change they will deliver him. So I got some antibiotics to help with a possible infection and Have been on the monitor since. The goal is to try and keep Dallas in for another week for sure, longer if possible. The chances of him being put I. The NICU are pretty high, so we met with someone fro. There yesterday where they talked about possible scenarios that might occur when he's born. So, long story short will and I will be seeing our son earlier the planned hopefully healthy and strong.

I want to take the time to express the love Will and I have already felt from family friends, and staff. We've been so touched by the prayers on our behalf and the understanding and concerns by our nurses. People have really gone the extra mile for us and I feel very blessed. To say that I'm doing ok is the truth to some degree, but honestly if I think about it to much I can freak out, but I know Heavenly father is watching over my family and this is what is supposed to happen, he's teaching me something and I'm trying to learn. I know everything will workout, I just can't wait to hold him and hear a healthy cry.

Please keep us in your prayers.