Ruptured Membrane at 31 weeks and in the hospital!!

So Tuesday night after our sons tball game, my SO and I got our son bathed and ready for bed. I also got cleaned up after him, and also went to bed. We were laying there around 9:15pm and i felt like i was wet down there, I got up went pee and sure enough I was. so I cleaned up and changed and curled back into my bed. not 10 minutes later i felt more not gushing just more coming out, and my bed was soaked. I remained calm, had my SO get my cell and i called the emergency number for my OB. Upon her calling me back, she told me if i thought I was leaking, to go to the nearest hospital ( she is in another county and doesn't practice at the hospital closer to me.) so through my 4 yr olds tears begging us to NOT go, and getting him dressed to go to SO cousins house, I dressed put a towel in my pants ( the leaking became heavier) I wanted to cry so much but remainded calm for the sake of my son. he wanted to know "who was putting him on the bus." Thinking about it just makes me sad and teary eyed. We drop him off at the cousins and proceed to the hospital about 35 minutes away. we get there and i get into the hospital, and tell the information what I was there for and the wisk me of to L&D. I went into the bathroom to change and pee with the help of my nurse and SO. She proceeded to tell me as i changed if i was ruptured i would be transferred out to John's Hopkins. Fear set in; that is 2 hours away. Yes it's top notch but I wouldn't be close to anyone. After i undressed, she asked if the towel i had was wet, to which i replied yes. She tested it, and sure enough I was ruptured, Here lil test proved it. So I knew my fate and i begun calling family at 10:30 to let them know what was going on. Lots of things were going on. when she checked me I was no contracting, no bloody show, but 1 centimeter dilated. They gave me antibiotics and steroids for help with the baby lungs and the possibility of infection. I'm terrified now. I'm to early to deliver. The word of my transfer came in at 12:30 and they would be roughly 1.5 hours till I leave. I talked my SO into going home and getting some sleep, after he called out of work, then when he wakes in the morning to come up. He didn't want to leave me (in all honesty I didn't think i would be delivering.) But he went home like I asked, he needed sleep i didn't feel the ride there would have been a safe one for my very tired SO. He did what I asked of him and got some sleep. I remained as calm as possible but am so scared. I got up to pee, with my nurses help, so i would be okay for the long ride when they arrived. As soon as I was doing this, my chariot awaits me. 3 large men, dressed in purple, I was impressed. I was loaded on the stretcher as my SO got direction to the hospital. It's already 2 am on wed and it is cold outside. The ride there was long and painstaking rough. When i arrived at John's Hopkins, something after 3 am, It was crazy. I must have met and seen 20 doctors to which i could NOT tell you any names or what their specialty was. I was put on monitors and machines and given this medicine and that medicine. Sleep didn't happen much. The L&D bed sucked badly; I felt like I was on boulders. I was on my back, and varying sides the whole time. I haven't progressed anymore really. I'm still leaking. Wednesday night I was moved to anti-partum to be monitored. My nurses on L7D gave me the best bath in a bed they could, I was complaining slightly because I felt cruddy and nasty. They were the best. got me clean and then moved me to my room #270. This is now my home away from home. I need to try to make it to 34 weeks if i can. I'm praying for little Benjamin every day. I cry constantly because my 4 yr. old doesn't understand what really is happening and when mommy will be home. It hard when we talk. Today he told me, mommy I am sad you're not here, I cried for you. I feel so bad because I'm not closer to him, where he could see me daily. I now have my laptop online and will have Skype set up by Sunday (need a web cam and a mic) This way he can always see me when he wants too. I miss him so much. Motherhood should be defined as a balancing act that often brings on tears. This is so hard on all of us around. My SO gets my wrath of bitchiness, that isn't directed at him necessarily because I'm not at home able to handle things. I sit here 2.5 days after my rupture stalling in the mist of the waiting game. No progress is great news. I will be here for the duration. Ben will go to the NICU, once he is born then the wait for his home coming will start. Please pray for us.