Reality check and 2nd visit

Dr. Chastain requested I see him again on June 18th for another cervical check.  I had both doses of Celestone at this point so we were praying Slate's lungs were being developed quicker than normal thanks to the steroids.  Upon this exam, we were given more bad news.....my membranes were bulging.  This means, basically, my water was ready to break at any moment.  Dr. Chastain recommended hospital bed rest.  I refused.  First of all, I'm already a germaphobe.  Second of all, my husband had my feet above me head and had altered our couch and bed to accommodate this position in order to keep any and all pressure off of my cervix in hopes of keeping Slate in utero for as along as possible.  I was NOT going to sit in the hospital on bed rest, with increased risk of infection if I could prevent it.  So, I told Dr. Chastain I was go straight back home and continue the Trendenlenburg position until my head exploded from the blood rushing to it.  He consented and we went home.  Chris was a fabulous nurse.  He cooked, cleaned, picked up the house, and made sure I was comfortable.  My fabulous friends and family provided lunches, magazine, visits, and support.  I will never be able to repay them or will I forget what they did for us.  That night, I opted to sleep on the couch again.  I actually slept well that night, which was far different than my previous nights on bed rest.  I was worried sick about this precious baby in my tummy.  He had recently begun to have hiccups in utero and it was the most amazing feeling I've ever had.  The next morning, I woke up with the urge to go to the restroom.  Chris had slept in the chair beside me that night (for some weird reason).  So, I asked him if he was awake.  With no answer, I cautiously and slowly got up off the couch and realized that something wasn't right.  I cautiously and quickly ran to the restroom and screamed for Chris.  My water had broke.  Crap.  I initially thought it might be something else (those that have been pregnant know what I'm talking about......maybe I peed myself?)  I wish it would've been the latter.  I called Dr. Chastain from the restroom, told him the news, and he demanded I get to the hospital ASAP.  Reality is setting in.  We are about to have a baby...I'm barely 28 weeks.  Shit.