I live in the US, and at 31 weeks, I went into labor with my son. They put me on bedrest and I stayed on bedrest until 35 weeks 6 days when my water broke. They put me on ptocin to help my labor progress and on Saint Patrick's Day at 7:42 am, I gave birth to a screaming red headed boy. That being said, they said Eamon wouldn't get to come home until mid-April. Once he was in the NICU, he blew them away with his progress. He was only in there for the longest 11 days of my life. He's in my arms now with oxygen (he has RSV). All that to say, keep praying and trust God to move that mountain. No matter what happens, God has you in His hands and will do what's best.