Things don’t go as planned.

On Thursday night, just as Scott and I walked into a restaurant to meet some friends for dinner, my water broke. At 23 weeks. I was in shock.

I immediately called one of our midwives, who was actually at a nearby hospital attending another birth and told me to head in. We rushed to the hospital where they gave me an internal check and a sonogram.

Oddly enough, the fluid I was leaking, while it seemed like amniotic fluid, doesn’t show “ferning” which is indicative of amniotic fluid. So they’re not 100% sure my water has broken, or rather that my membranes ruptured, but they’re almost positive. Which means I am on bed rest and living in the hospital for the rest of my pregnancy, which we’re praying will be at least another ten weeks.

I’ve been so scared since this happened.

I never expected anything like this. They told me if I didn’t go into labor within 24 hours (which they thought I would), then I would live at the hospital for the rest of my pregnancy. I found this incredibly upsetting at first. There’s no going outside, we have to cancel my baby shower, I can’t throw our housewarming party, I can’t cook for my husband. I can’t do much of anything.

Now, I’m over it. My main concern is the health of our baby. I can get through anything as long as the baby is healthy. This is all I care about. I’m happy to live in this hospital for weeks on end as long as that means my baby is healthy.

I don’t know if I could do any of this without my husband, who has shown me so much love and support. We have a great relationship with minimal fighting, so it’s times like these when our marriage is really tested, that I can so clearly see his love for me. I just don’t know how I met and married the best person in the world. He has been with me every step of the way, taking care of me, getting me everything I need, bringing me food, and cramming his big 6’1 frame on a hospital chair that extends into something that barely resembles a bed.

Things don’t go as planned… but I’m still thankful.

I don’t have much else to say right now. I appreciate all of you for reading and for your support. I’ll update more in the future and talk about this more in depth, but I just can’t right now.
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  1. Praying for you right now. May God protect you and your baby and may you find peace and rest and trust while you await what is to come. Blessings to you!

  2. Very sorry to hear this. It sounds like you have been through a lot recently. You can and will get through this, and most importantly, like you said, you have each other. Soon there will be three of you all healthy and happy and this hard time will be over and something from the past. Sending love from Australia 🙂

  3. Amy Hegwood Reply

    Sending you all my positivity and love! Please keep us updated.

  4. Praying for you and Baby. Stay positive and strong and keep appreciating that good husband.

  5. Debbi Tippet Reply

    I’ve only just now found your blog but, I just want to encourage you a little bit…You CAN DO THIS! My pPROM baby is 8 months and 1 day. My water broke at 20 weeks, I spent 13 weeks on bedrest. My fluid was never fully depleted, it got down to 4.7, resealed and filled back to 19. I drank homemade Gatorade, a gallon a day, took a ton of vitamin C and E and ate as healthily as possible considering I was either being fed by my 16 yr old or hospitalized. My daughter was born at 33+2, 4lbs 8 oz, spent 9 days in the NICU (mainly for jaundice). Never needed oxygen, Never needed a feeding tube. She’s doing amazing now! Sitting on her own as of last week, getting up to her knees to get ready to crawl…

  6. So sorry to hear this. I will be praying that the Lord will have his hand upon both you and your baby as you navigate through the next weeks.

  7. JayAnastasia Reply

    You and your family are in my prayers! Rest easy and stay positive.

  8. Really scary. I had that happen at 32 weeks and remember the fear. They weren’t sure if I had ruptured. On bedrest my fluid went from a 5 to a 12. After two weeks the high risk doctor said it must have healed. So off they sent me to work. I went into work on a Monday and delivered my son that Sunday. So much for healing! Luckily the time in the hospital was well spent as my son did not have to go to the NICU. Being in the hospital is frustrating but being on bedrest at home is kind of scary. There is comfort to be found in the constant beeping of the fetal monitor and the nurse popping in every few hours to check the stats. Thank goodness for Netflix, Amazon prime, and all the wonders of modern technology that will help keep you sane! My prayers are with you!

  9. I hope that everything is going OK! I’ve been following your story as I am also pregnant after miscarriage – what a shock this must have been. Sending you healing vibes. xx

  10. It’s been a while since this post, so I really hope everything is okay. I’m also pregnant (21 weeks) and I can’t imagine how scary this must have been. I’m sending positive thoughts and energy!!!

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