Hospital... bedrest... surely you are exaggerating?

Later that evening, the tertiary hospital called. I was to be admitted tomorow morning and should pack a bag as I would be there at least a few days. I told my huysband and my folks then got on the net and researched. I read about the stitches they can do and prepped myself. In hospital I am told that the stitches are probably not the best option for me, I should just be on bedrest in the hospital... until delivery!! I thought it sounded very dramatic and explained that we had no-one to look after Brooklyn so they had to be sure. They had a scan booked for the Thursday so we would know more then. "Great... 4 days in hospital" Scan showed I was not all that short after all but I was now 1.5cm dilated. Different diagnosis, same outcome, same treatment. I had to stay. We would have to get the mother in law over from NZ for 2 or 3 months as mine couldn't take that kind of time away from her business or my dad. MIL doesn't drive, I made a big fuss about how I would not get to see my daughter etc and though it was what was going through my mind, I was more wanting to see if they were really so adament it was needed. We agreed I would stay til 24 weeks, have another scan and if nothing changed I could go home for the remaining bedrest and Geoff's mum would be Brooklyn's carer. I moved to "Medihotel", a ward where you don't get harassed by nurses, have your own room and generally look after yourself but have support if required. I was allowed to go to the bathroom and get food/drink etc but that's all. It was ok, I was bored out of my mind but that was ok. I just focussed on getting my next scan so I could go home. I rang work and said I would be back in a few weeks as I work from home and could do it from bed. After a week I noticed a bit of blood, just a speck. Went to mat ward, they said it was nothing much. This continued for a day or 2. I couldn't sleep with worry so at 11pm on the Wednesday I asked them to see if a midwife could be brought across to calm me down. We had a chat and I said "I'd know if my waters broke ay?" and she said likely there would be a slight pop but maybe not. Flashback: 24 hours. Little pop. I'd gone into denial as I remembered the feeling from February when I had my DnC. I tried to block that was what it was then too, I didn't want to believe my pregnancy was ending. The midwife said that she'd talk to doc and he may want to do a speculum but only if it was really needed as they are really trying to leave my insides alone. She was back 5 minutes later with a wheelchair. The most caring man Peter, did a spec at 11.45pm. He sat at the end of my bed and said the most haunting thing: "Now, I'd ideally like Geoff to be here when I tell you this... but obviously you want to know what is happening and that would be cruel" I knew it... "You're waters have certainly broken and you are quite dilated and effaced. I see the membrane bulging." I was 23 weeks and 1 day pregnant.