It was around midnight that I began to feel uncomfortable. I kept falling asleep & waking up praying as hard as I could because I knew that this feeling was different. I kept hoping that I would close my eyes & wake up to find that I was no longer feeling the mild cramping that seemed to be coming more frequent. At four a.m. I knew for sure that I was having contractions. I began to cry, Jason woke up & asked what was wrong. I tried to make it seem less than it was because I knew if he understood what was happening that he would fall apart & I needed him to stay strong & calm. I mentioned that my back was bothering me & encouraged him to fall back asleep.
I knew that even if we rushed to the hospital that there was nothing that they could do. I had spoke to my Dr. several times about this scenario & he made it very clear that if contractions were to begin before 24 weeks that our baby would not survive. Calvin was living in very little amniotic fluid which was causing his lungs to be damaged, this along with his extreme prematurity would not allow him to be able to live even with major medical intervention. Making it to the 24th week would allow him to have the steroids that his lungs needed for him to even have a chance at survival. I began to chant over & over in my head "God please help my baby to stay inside of me, God please allow my baby to live"! I repeated it constantly until I fell asleep again.
We began to prepare around seven a.m. to head to the hospital. I called my Dr. & made him aware of what was happening.
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