So yesterday I went into work as normal worked an entire day and then left work for class around 4pm. When I got into my car I got about 15 minutes down the road and felt like I had painful gas and constipation. I called my husband check on my two year old he was sleep I told him I can’t tell if I have to poop or if these are like painful contractions. My husband brushes me off says I’m paranoid and tells me he’s gonna start cooking at 6:30pm since I’ll be home from class at 7:30pm. I say cool an call my best friend. I told her the same thing she was like start timing see if you feel more pain in at certain intervals. So I start timing when the pain kinda peaks and when I just feel uncomfortable and the peaks feel five minutes apart. I pull over and I call my doctor and it so happened that yesterday was her day to be the on call doctor so I got to talk directly to her. I tell her it doesn’t hurt bad enough to feel like a real contraction but I do feel really constipated and I haven’t been able to poop. I tell her it seems to be coming in intervals of 5 minutes. She tells me to go ahead and go to labor and delivery she’s already there and will meet me. I call my husband he tells me Noah, my son is taking a nap lol. I tell him well I need you to get him up and go to the hospital. Call my sister to pick him up. He says it’s too early I’ll call her when we figure out what’s going on. I say ok but my gut is telling me something is really up. I arrive at the hospital first and wait for my husband in the lobby. We live 6 minutes away. My son runs to me but somehow knows not to be asked to pick up just grabs my hand says let’s go. We go up to L&D as we’re stepping off the elevator my 2 year old says I’m getting brother. He’s not made many 3 word sentences yet so I’m really impressed and say I hope not today baby. We check in at the nurses station and I promise I’m fine. I tell them my doctor told me to go ahead and come in they take me to a room a nurse begins checking me in. As we’re talking things go from 0-60. The pain intensifies from a 3 to a 10 and begins to feel like real contractions just in the 15 minutes that I had checked in and been in the room. I tell her something isn’t right. I get into a gown she lays me on the bed and takes a culture. After the culture she goes to check my cervix barely gets in there pulls out and says we’re having a baby today your fully dilated and your bag is hanging out. I immediately bust out crying. She presses a call button and hurries to my side and helps me calm down. I’m just a little over 30 weeks you see. My doctor and the NICU team flood in there’s about 20 people in the room. My husband finally calls my sister and a few other close family members. By this point I’m screaming for an epidural the pain is unbearable. The anesthesiologist heard me and comes in I’m not sure how but he gets a spinal going and my contractions start to slow down. Since things slowed down doctor orders a quick sonogram so they can see just how little of a baby we’re dealing with. They can barely get measurements he’s so low into the birth canal but she guesses 4 pounds. In that moment my sister comes in and takes Noah. The nurse decides to see if she can get some steroids in to help babies lungs while things haven’t slowed a little. She injects them into my IV my sisters begins asking 50 questions. I calmly asking her to please take my son home he’s been traumatized enough and I know he’s hungry. She actually complies we’re 21 years apart you see I’m younger by a lot. As soon as she walks out of the room the doctor says ok it’s time to push. I push for 4 minutes and Jonah Gabriel made his entry into the world. They let us talk to him for a few seconds and my husband cuts the cord. He cried immediately and my husband and I cried right with him. They whisk him off to his incubator and let us say one more goodbye. He’s going to be in the NICU until his due date which wasn’t until 11/1/2018 but just like his entry into the world I’m not sure that little boy is going to allow them to keep him in that box no more than I was able to keep him in my womb lol. I’m feeling all sorts of guilt and I really don’t know what happened but I believe in the power of prayer and all I want is a healthy baby and I want to stay healthy as well. Hope my story helps someone.