Two Week Hiatus From My Bedroom Part 2

From the "Looking Back" Series...

It was a long ride to the hospital the day that my doctor announced that I was two centimeters dilated. We were told to go immediately there and the staff would be ready for us. I called my boss on the way and left a message saying, "I don't know what is going on, but I have to go to the hospital to be evaluated because I am dilating."

It was a somber mood for both me and my husband. Strangely, I was anxious, but from the quietness of my husband, I think that I was handling it better. I think that it was probably because I didn't feel bad and the babies were fine. I knew that I did not want them born just yet, but also felt safe knowing we were going to a hospital that had the best NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) in the area.

Throughout the time we were trying to conceive and then when we became pregnant with the twins, my husband had continued to be the rock for both of us. He often would tell me to stay positive and we were definitely leaving it in the hands of God. He gave me this little poem one day that he had written based on scripture and it was something that I recited to myself often when I was having a weak moment of doubt or fear. It goes like this:

"There is no trouble in my heart
and I am not afraid
I put my faith in Jesus Christ
and everything will be okay."

It is so simple, but so calming and strengthening. I often would find myself reciting it when I was spotting in the beginning or when walking into the doctor's office or just those moments when I could feel myself getting scared of something happening to my babies.

On that particular day as my husband and I were on our way to the hospital I said it out loud. My husband looked at me and nodded. We both knew that no matter what happens, we were going to get through all of this.

We checked into the hospital and I was put into a high risk area where they were monitoring the babies' heartbeats and my contractions. The staff was waiting on us and amazing! They immediately made us feel comfortable. My husband went home to get my stuff while I laid there staring at the monitors. At one point, one of the nurses came bolting in because I was apparently having major contractions, but I could not feel anything.

A couple hours into monitoring me, my husband returned. We were then taken to a floor where I was to have an ultrasound and see my new favorite person...the specialist.