I was in the hospital since i was about 21 weeks because i was dilating 2.5 cm, they stitched me up so I wouldn't dilate more and 2 days later I was sent home on bed rest. About 3 weeks later I was back in the hospital because I was dilating again I was up to 3 cm stayed in the hospital for about 2 weeks on bed rest and my son was born at 25 weeks 6 days. It was a long 24 hours, because I wasn't feeling none of the contractions, until they hooked me up and noticed that I was contracting and they were close to eachother. They put me on the IV and hoped the contractions would stop and give him more time inside. Acople hours later I started bleeding and my son was kicking his way out, he was breech so I couldn't push him out, I had a c-section. And a couple minutes later with some lil cries my son was born. Weighting 2 pounds 2 oz measuring around 34 cm. With lots of hair. I was really nervous and scared that before they took me in for the c-section I was crying my eyes out because I was scared and didn't know what to expect. Until I calmed down because I didn't want to scare the baby. Right now my son is stabled, breathing with the oxygen. We're taking it day by day hoping and praying for the best. Because I really want to take him home with me. Everyone is so excited about the baby. My mom was almost crying tears of joy. Made me feel proud and blessed because my son is a little fighter, he's so strong and I'm so happy and excited and filled with joy when I see his pictures. When he grabbed my finger and when he would open his eyes. Everything of him made me feel so warm inside and filled with love, I guess that's the mother feel, and God bless my son and all the preemie babies who are born before time and their families because it's hard to think that anything could happen at any minute, just with faith and hope you could get through the day. And to those preemie babies that didn't make it god bless them too because they fought until they couldn't anymore...