How we got where we are

Just a warning: this may be a long entry. I want to recap the way God worked in getting us to the point where we are. First of all He gets all the glory, and he worked through many of you. However I will not likely mention names. I want to be careful on how much I share on a public web page. Don't take it personal.:)
When we found out we were pregnant, we assumed it would go as well as the first two did. We were proven wrong not too long into the pregnancy. I had some bleeding at week 10, and we think that was from a small tear in the placenta. After a week of bed rest all was better. Four weeks later I was once again bleeding; this time we learned that I have placenta previa. It wasn't too concerning; I knew I was to take it easy. The next few weeks went much better. Something else I have experienced this pregnancy was more contractions. Week 21 we found out we were having girl #3...can you believe it? The following week I had three nights where I experienced stronger contractions. My doc gave me some medicine to try. That night we put it on trial, and it worked. However, before all this I started bleeding again. Though this wasn't uncommon, I was a little concerned.
We went in that Friday morning and saw the doc on call. Baby looked good, but I didn't have much amniotic fluid. She sent me over to the hospital for the weekend.
Not much changed over the weekend. I was confined to bed, and our concerns became clear...I was definitely losing fluid. By Monday we were getting a little restless. We had so many prayer warriors fighting for us. Some women got together and shared that they wished more could be done. Through other friends and someone I had never met, we were given the name of a doc and hospital a couple hours away. He specializes in high risk pregnancies, and the hospital has a new NICU. We loved our doctors and nurses at home, but their hands were kind of tied. That NICU doesn't have a doc on staff and doesn't feel comfortable with babes under 27 weeks. We had learned that this other hospital saw some babies being born at 22 and 23 weeks. Though rare, it was happening. I had a good friend who has been through a tough pregnancy, and she told me to do anything so I would have no regrets.
Monday afternoon we talked with my doc about this contact with high risk pregnancies and the other hospital. He was willing to call and visit right then. When he left, we prayed for direction, but I think we both knew God was calling us to this specific hospital; He'd been opening doors along the way. Today was just the day we walked through with Him. Our doctor came back in and said this hospital would take us as any time.
We were hoping to be transferred via helicopter, but it was grounded due to weather. Our choices were ambulance or private med plane. The concern with traveling was my risk of losing lots of blood because of the previa. We chose the plane ride, so that was all set in place. A little over an hour later, we were transferred. I will never forget the peace I had on that trip. We had SO many people praying that I think being nervous was impossible. The transfer went flawless. God smiled on us even more; hubbie got to ride in the cockpit.
We feel that we are where God wants us. My condition hasn't changed, but now we feel like baby has the best chance possible.
I am not confined to my bed anymore; I am allowed to walk to the bathroom. A little freedom goes a long way!
Baby is doing really well despite the lousy environment she is in. Her heartbeat continues to be strong, and she keeps demonstrating her determined spirit.
This Thursday is a big milestone...the 24 week mark. Please pray we can get there. Plan on giving praise on that day! Our goal is to make it all the way until week 30. Please pray against infection, excessive bleeding and that I won't go into labor. Around here, boring is good. I don't think the doc or nurses are overly concerned, but I just visited with my nurse, and I think the contractions and now having a fast heart rate makes them want to get to week 24 asap. I told her I would and plan on going past week 24. I have too many people praying! I wish I could thank each one of you personally for your prayer, support and encouragement, and help with my family. We pray you are as blessed as we have been. We celebrate each day as a miracle!