The exponential rate of hospital hours

First of all, I would like to extend thanks and gratitude to everyone who was praying and thinking about Tim, Brooklynn, and I during the last week.

Now for the specifics:

On Wednesday night, I thought it was possible that I might be leaking amniotic fluid. I called the Labor and Delivery line and they said to come in immediately. We arrived at the hospital around 9:30. The staff was great and even though they were incredibly busy that night, (they had eight deliveries, usually they have 2) the nurses put us in a triage room quickly. After the intial intake questions, the doctor did an exam and although she couldn't see any pooling fluid one of the tests she did came back positive for amniotic fluid.

At this point, they noticed I was contracting regularly every 3-4 minutes for 30 - 60 seconds each time. The Dr.'s thought I was very dehydrated (which can cause contractions) and Tim made me drink more water in 3 hours then I had my entire life prior to this moment. After a few hours of drinking water my contractions didn't get better, in fact now I could feel them and the contractions were coming every 2 - 3 minutes.

The Dr.'s decided to hook me up to IV fluids, which took six tries and finally they had to call in the Ansethgioligist. I remember joking that I should just call him the first, to which he replied, "I have better things to do" and I said, "Well, I have better things to do than be poked 6 times." We all chuckled but I'm pretty sure I made my point. Tim was trying to hold it together as his anger was mounting as he saw me being pierced again and again. (These were the thick catheter type needles)

The Dr. came back and repeated the amniotic test which also came back positive. The Dr.'s were pretty stumped at this point so we were left alone for awhile (around 4 am). The perinatal specialist said we needed to do an amniocentisis and they were going to inject blue dye into the fluid and if blue came out we could be positive that my water had ruptured.

At this point, they started preparing Tim and I for a long stay in the hospital and the very real possiblity that our precious baby girl was probably going to born in the next week or so. Very scary (I'm only 28 weeks now).

Well, the test came back negative (yay) and in a few hours my contractions became irregular and we left. We did have a bit of a blue dye scare later that evening so we needed to head back to the hospital where they administered the test again and monitered my contractions. Then we left.

That's the update -