Unexpected Hospital Visit

Well, the last few days have been quite an ordeal.
On Thursday night, starting at about 8 pm and lasting until 10pm, I was sitting on the couch and I was having those rolling movements that I assumed were contractions. They were about 10-15 minutes apart. I went to bed around 10:15pm and Jeff came in and saw me grimacing. I told him what was going on and he called my OB. Without hesitation, she told me to go to the hospital to be monitored. Our neighbor came over to stay with sleeping Zach, and we were at the hospital around 11:30pm. Why these things always happen at around midnight is beyond me. I had 3 more "movements" on the way down (25 minute drive) and one while they were getting me into the system. They gowned me up, hooked me up to monitors and then....nothing. I explained to the nurse what I'd been feeling, what happened two days ago with the perinatologist...I'm sure she thought I was just a paranoid mama-to-be. I really wanted to have at least one, so she could tell me if indeed it was a contraction. Finally, after 45 minutes, I had a movement, told her and sure enough she looked a the monitor and said that yes, it was a contraction. At least I know now.
So, they decide to keep me after speaking with my Dr. for the night. Jeff went home after I got settled. They upped all my meds, (Procardia and Glyburide). They also gave me a steroid shot to help the babies lungs develop if I do deliver early. I was of course hooked up to the IV. They also gave me Terbutiline injection (sp?) to stop the contractions. They also gave me insulin because all the other meds made my blood sugar go wonky. The next day, my OB came in to see me. I figured she'd discharge me, but I needed another steroid shot the next morning (you get 2), and she wanted to monitor me on these new upped meds to see if I could tolerate everything. So, unfortunately I had to stay one more night. I was not happy with that but you do what you have to do. That first night, I think I slept 45 minutes. I was so uncomfortable with the three monitors on my tummy. Everytime I moved, which is a lot when you're hugely pregnant, the monitors would slip and the nurse would have to come in and readjust. Plus, I was peeing every 25 minutes or so with all the fluids I was getting. That would take about 10 minutes each time. Unplug myself from the monitors, take my IV with me to the potty, try to pee in the bucket so they could measure urine output, all the while trying NOT to pee on myself...which I wasn't always successful at.
The second night they had to give me another shot of Terbutiline, I kept having contractions. They were also checking my blood sugar almost every hour or so. I did sleep better that night and got about 4 hours. Luckily, the next morning the Dr let me go around 10:00 am. Since I've been home, I've been on strict bedrest until at least Monday, when I talk to the Dr again. I have hope that she'll put me back on modified bedrest. Jeff is doubtful because I was contracting last night for a good 2.5 hours. They finally calmed down, and this morning I've had about 4.
This strict bedrest is a nightmare. I'm a go-er and do-er. I can deal with the fact that my to do list is probably not going to get completed. It's the day to day stuff I can't do with Zach. I can't do anything. Jeff doesn't go and do with Zach as much as I do, so I have to urge him to take him to the park, or go into the pool. He tells me to direct from bed, but when I do, I get the eyeroll accompanied by a big sigh. Plus, he's been pretty snappy and short with Zach, which is out of character. When I asked him, he said he's a little stressed out and thinks he's getting Zach's cold. Hmmph. I told him that we can't have two parents out of commission, so do what I do, buck up, pretend you feel fine and move on. Plus, I had to remind him that Zach doesn't understand what's happening...why Mommy can't carry him or lift him or do anything, for that matter. Also, we've been transitioning him into his big boy bed all week, and Jeff started working on his new room, so we put him back in his crib, which I'm sure is confusing. He has been a pill, but yelling at him is not the answer. Luckily we have a lot of friends who have kids Zach's age, and they've all been offering their help. So, we're now calling in our favors. For example, our friend Amy is picking Z up after his nap this afternoon, taking him to her house to play with her daughter Frances, age 3. He'll love that. It'll also give Jeff uninterrupted time to get some serious work done on the room. Of course I won't let him paint the woodwork, because I'm a Type A personality and a control freak, and truth be told, Jeff can't paint woodwork to save his life.
So, that's the news. Not great although both babies are doing great. I need to get to week 35, which is about 4 weeks away. Anything longer would be gravy.
Cross your fingers for us that I can get back on modified bedrest tomorrow. My worst nightmare would definitely be hospital bedrest. I can't explain to you enough how horrible it was.