Last night, I was working late at home and when I was done (about 1:30am), I got up from my chair and my water breaks. At first, I was like “did I have to pee that bad?” I sat back down, not knowing what to do. Luckily, the bathroom was close by, so I ran over. I decided that it was definitely not pee and woke Michael up. Poor thing, he was so sound asleep and sawing logs. He woke up with a puffy face and in a slight panic. He ran around trying to get things together and calling the doctor on call to see what we should do while I was on the toilet. Every time I would try to stand up, more fluid would come out. The doctor called back and told us to go to the hospital. It took us a little while longer to get everything together and off we went. When we got to the door, the phone didn’t work outside, so we had to go around to the emergency entrance. It wasn’t a busy night, and everyone looked at me with big eyes and said “oh no”. I said that we were trying to get into the maternity entrance but the phone didn’t work. That kind of gave them a little relief. So, they put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me there. Apparantly, the maternity center left the door open because they knew the phone wasn’t working, but we never checked the doors. I got wheeled into a “observation” room, where everyone didn’t believe that my water broke. I was like “there is no way this is pee”. And they were like “we’ll see, it’s probably just discharge”. They took my blood pressure with this machine that thought my arm was 10x smaller than it was, I had welts on my arm after that. Then the nurse had to collect some of the fluid with this speculum thing that had sharp edges, when she pulled it out, it was really sore. But then everyone believed that my water broke. They admitted me and put me into one of the labor rooms. By this time, it was about 4am. They put me on an continuous IV and monitoring. The first poke they did for the IV, the nurse missed my vein, so they put it in my hand. That really hurt, not only going in, but the whole time it was there. And it was my right hand, so I couldn’t do much. Later in the day I asked them to move it because it was just too much. They didn’t let me eat in case the doctors wanted to deliver. But the doctors decided that the best course of action is to give me antibiotics, and wait until labor starts or until I get to 36 weeks. I went in to get an ultrasound, and it was baby A whose membranes ruptured (sac broke), and baby B was head up. But they are fine. I’m still telling Baby B to get head down, since now my doctor will only deliver vaginally if both babies are head down. I also had to get some steroid shots to help their lungs develop. The first one was very painful, the second one (12 hours later) was almost painless, since the nurse knew how to do it. Dr. Walker came in a visited and told us the course of action (stay in the hospital for a max of 2 weeks until delivery), and then we got moved to a more comfortable room in the antipartum unit on the 4th floor. The bed is way more comfortable. They took me off the continuous IV and monitoring and now doing it every few hours. I now only have the IV whenever I get the antibiotics (every 6 hours), and the monitoring every 4 hours. The monitoring is a pain since sometimes they can’t find the babies heartbeat (especially baby A since there is no fluid) and I have to sit still. It seems weird for a baby to be ok without having any fluid around them. So what we’re watching for now is any sign of labor or infection. It’s a waiting game….