When we got back on Sunday night, it was our usual routine: dinner and the Amazing Race :) At about 9:30 we talked about going to bed-we are early to bedders :) At 9:40, I got into bed. I turned onto my right side, which is how I always sleep, and I felt a gigantic pop and instantly I was wet. I stoop up, saying "Ok, something is wrong, brian. Something is wrong." There was literally wet stuff gushing down my legs. Brian rushed into action, grabbed me a new pair of pants and put Louis in his kennel.
The trip to the hospital was the longest 20 minutes I've ever felt. I kept freaking out and when Brian would try to calm me and say ,"It's going to be ok" I wanted to scream. I knew my water had broken and at just a little past 21 weeks pregnant, I knew things were definitely not ok.
We got to the hospital and got immediately whisked up to labor and delivery. One nurse was very hopefully that a baby had just kicked my bladder and I had wet myself. I desperately wanted to believe her, but of course, I knew that wasn't what happened.
The first glimmer of hope that we had at one point was a nurse saying, "Honey, don't worry! If you ruptured, we just keep you here on the floor." Coming from the perspective that I thought this was all over, I didn't even know if I believed her.
They wouldn't let me get up and I kept leaking fluid, which was awful. Finally, a doctor came and he really started prepping me for labor: he checked for strep b, talked about moving me to a c-section room just in case. He also did a horrible test to make sure it was amniotic fluid, which it was (surprise!). They did a quick ultrasound to confirm that it was baby A, our little girl, who had lost her fluid. Then they told me I was to just wait; that I'd surely be going into labor within about 12 hours. They gave me all sorts of different scenarios-they wouldn't stop me from going into labor if it started because I most likely had an infection. They could potentially try to stop labor after Twin A was born and leave Twin B in there-it doesn't usually work, but they could try. Basically it was a wait and see game. They hooked me up to an IV drip of antibiotics and got Brian a hospital bed to sleep in. We called our mom's, got Louis taken care of, and had a horrible, non-restful night of sleep, thinking that when I woke up, I'd be in labor.