Stupid cervix!!

I went along for my 20 week ultra sound on Sept 17... so excited as we had decided to find out the sex of bub. I got through the 12 week scan perfectly this time round so what was there to worry about! The sonographer did her thing and about 5 mins later said she may do an internal scan after as well. She made it sound routine so I didn't really give it a second thought as she made her way around the bub telling us everything we needed to know. The scan was superb, or Geoff and I have gotten really good at reading them, not sure. I was elated. Then we found out it was a boy... even more good news, a pigeon pair sounded ideal. Next she brought back the internal scan idea. I was just going with it but Geoff was suspect. "Is there something wrong? Why are you doing this?" and she advised she was not getting clear measurements of the cervix. Fair enough. She advised us to wait in the waiting room while the obstetrician had a look at the measurements. It took about 15 minutes and all I could think of was "What is it with stupid scans? I am supposed to love them and now I get another one that stresss me out!" The obs came along and we were advised that my cervix was short and this generally meant I would be unlikely to make it to term, a nurse would take me through to the emergency dept. "WTF?????" Geoff and I just sat dazed as we waited in emergency hypothesising what I could possibly need to be here for. We have no family in Australia and came up with the scenario that I would be made to stay in hospital. "You'll have to live with my Mum for 3 months, she'll have to come over" "No, She couldn't do that, We'll have to send Brooklyn to her" and were interupted by someone taking us to the mat ward. I can't remember what I was thinking... it was just too unclear. A doc told us that I had 1.3cm of cervix compared to most which are over 3cm. I was also 3mm dilated but I had had a baby before so that part meant nothing much. The short cervix was an indicator but not a guarantee that I would have a prem baby. We left feeling pretty good and I was told to come back to see the Obs on Mon to discuss The Plan. Mum and Dad arrived for a holiday on Sunday and I went off to the obs alone. I would have to change to the Tertiary care hospital, I was told. They would do a management plan there. It may involve stitching me up. And this next bit: warning, not suitable for emotional people... the FEMALE obs tells me "The best thing would be if you went into labour in the next week so then it's a miscarriage. A baby between 24 and 28 weeks would just have so many issues, it would be too hard" Yes. That is pretty much verbatim. Nice work doc. I went home in a daze... Mum could see I looked a bit odd and asked if I was ok. I couldn't tell her the full story so I played it down and just said that I would probably not make it to 40 weeks. Then I cried some more