Preterm labor..

So, a few days ago, I started having some cramps. I kept thinking they were like stomach flu kind of cramps, maybe I had picked up a bug somewhere or something, so I didn't worry too much about it. I went on about my day. They started at about 10 am. After I had fixed lunch for myself and Brenan, they got worse. It still made sense that it could be stomach flu and eating just upset it, so I still did not think too much about it. After the hubby woke up, he wanted to go get some pizza so we went and got our nephew and went out. The guys all ate pizza and I ate a breadstick, but couldn't take any more than that. While we were at the restaurant, the pain from my stomach started going into my back. That is when I started to get worried. After the pizza, we went to watch nephew play a softball game. While there, the pains got even worse, and I was really not feeling very well. We went over to the inlaws house so hubby could get a soda after the game, talked to them for a few minutes, and then I finally told hubby that if he wanted me to go to the hospital, we better go now. Off to the OB department we went. We got there and checked in, peed in a cup, got into the gown, got hooked up to the monitors and waited. It didn't take very long for the nurse to come in and tell me that I was, in fact, having contractions. It was the real deal and if they couldn't get them stopped, I would be flown out to Salt Lake. The hospital here does not deal with preemies any earlier than 35 weeks, and I am only 32. The nurse said that the doctor on call really liked to run tests so she hoped we had good insurance. Hubby says "can't you just call our doc?" She said she knew him pretty well and she was ok with trying to call him first. He was on vacation, camping with his kids and grandkids. We really lucked out and she got ahold of him and told him what was going on. He told her to give me a shot every 15 minutes to see if the contractions would stop. So, that is what she did. I was given the first shot, and had to wait 15 minutes to see if the contractions were gone or not. I still had more, so they came in and gave me another one and we waited again. After the second shot, I only had one little teeny one, so they just waited a little longer than the 15 minutes and when I didn't have any more, they decided it was ok to let me come home. It was almost 11 by the time we got home, but Brenan was filthy from the softball game so I wanted him to have a bath anyway. I got him all ready for bed and finally fell into bed myself at about midnight.
As bad as I felt that day, it got worse the next day. I was still cramping and really not feeling well. All I wanted to do was lay down. Of course, with a 2 year old who is a tornado, sitting or laying around all day is not an option. I am finally feeling a little better now. My stomach is still a little sore, and still a little crampy, but nothing like it has been the last couple days. Some people complain about all the technology we use these days, but I am quite grateful for the science and technology that the doctors and hospitals have to ensure the health of my baby.