Well...my pregnancy took a turn for the worst.
After seven weeks of bleeding, ultrasounds showing very little amniotic fluid, and thinking I was leaking fluid, I was admitted to hospital bedrest on February 26th, scheduled to be there until I delivered. My due date wasn't until June 29th.
I was diagnosed with chronic abruption (bleeding, clotting, and separation of the placenta from the uterine wall), oligohydamnios (little to no amniotic fluid present around baby), and preterm premature rupture of the membranes (amniotic sac broke too soon). My baby seemed to be doing well inside, though. Moving around a lot, despite almost no fluids, and growing at the right rate. I was on bed rest for just under two weeks.
The morning of the first day of my 24th week, after just hitting viability, I started having contractions. That day I was scheduled to have 12 hours of magnesium to help brain development and two steroid shots 24 hours apart to help lung development in case I were to have her early. They gave me another medicine to slow the contractions. I made it through the twelve hours and first steroid shot. Just as I laid down to go to sleep at 7:00 pm that night, the contractions started again, very painfully, with no break in between them. I couldn't even count them because I didn't know when one stopped or the next started. Doctor came in to check my cervix (and him touching it was probably the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life, even after labor). I was already dilated 5 cm. Called family, they rushed me to Labor and Delivery. By this time it was 8:00.
They gave me an epidural just in case I had her, and because sometimes the contractions stop and they can wait another couple days before delivering if they do. Gave me my second steroid shot just in case even though it hadn't been 24 hours. My blood pressure dropped to 80/40 and they gave me two epinephrin shots to bring it back up. Had me on oxygen too because I was having trouble breathing and getting oxygen. I couldn't feel the contractions anymore (or anything but tingly legs), so the doctor checked again (thank God I couldn't feel it this time) and he could feel her head and I was already 10 cm dilated in just an hour later. Didn't even have time to tell my family she was coming, they started setting me up. Thank God, Dakota (the daddy) was already in the room. When they told me to push, I couldn't feel anything, went to breathe deeply and because I was sick with a really bad cough, I coughed and she came out with just that, because she was so tiny. I was bawling the entire time, terrified she wouldn't live, that she was going to die in minutes, terrified that I couldn't stop her from coming so soon.
She cried. She actually cried. So tiny, but I could hear her little voice cry when she came out. The next step was to see if she was big enough for the iv and breathing tube, which would make or break whether she could even try to live. And they got it.
She was 1 pound, 8 ouncess and 11 1/2 inches. So tiny. They wheeled her to NICU, where she will be until around her original due date of June.
She's 11 days old now, and she's doing well considering how small and early she was. Her main problem is her lungs, which is to be expected of any premature baby, no matter how early.
She's too small, too hooked up, and her skin is too sensitive for me to hold her yet. She is still being fed by iv fluids because her tummy isn't ready for digesting breast milk yet. She's under the blue light most of the time to help with jaundice that preemie's often have. She may be epileptic and her corpus callosum may be missing as well. But right now, she's stable and fighting and I already love her to death.
This is my Scarlett Grace.
Her looking at me when I talk to her.
Me lifting her while they change her blankets. Her size compared to my arms.
May I ask what you named her? 
