Closing and opening of doors and windows

So we broke up. Not only did I know he was sleeping around. Now he's being abusive all over again. He was being relentless. Trying to break me as a person. I mean the fight that truly broke us. He went out after work. To a bar/ club. He was out for a few hours. Piss drunk he came home. I had a handful of trash on the floor. The dust that blew in with the wind, a crumpled paper, and a wipey I used on our son. In my sink I had dinner dishes. The pot I cooked in was in the sink soaking, my plate and fork, our sons baby plate and sippy. I also had a load of laundry in the washer and another in the dryer. The washer wasn't fully loaded. So I never started it. When he got home. He started screaming at me. Calling me names, telling me how bad a mother I was. This place is filthy. He was all in my face. Flailing his arms around. He barely missed my face a few times. The last time clipped my face. I threw my arms up to protect myself. In case he decided to go full blown drunk crazy attacker. I pushed him away from me. He rushed back towards me. I fell over and out of fear I curled into a ball. Until my tiny bestie who was like a sister to me came in. I mustered my strength and I told him to get out. By which I mean I screamed it. That was the end of that relationship. Our second was born. He was a preemie. When I fell I punctured my water bag and had a slow leak. The hospital tried to stop my labor. They asked me what caused that type of damage. I told them and everyone I fell down a flight of stairs. Which I lived in a 2 story apartment. So they believed me. At least until my mom saw a few bruises on me. I was in the shower with my oldest. She heard I went to the hospital. Since I wasn't answering my phone or cell. She got worried and came to visit me. I had no idea she was there. So I didn't have time to hide the bruises from her. I told her it was from falling down the stairs. Except I had hand prints in a few places. From him grabbing and squeezing at me. So she asked about those. So I told her he was drinking and was squeezing hard. That's all it was. So she left it alone. At least until I was dressed. So I told her I am 6 months pregnant now and I just kicked him out. I explained to her that I knew he was cheating and since he was becoming too aggressively abusive. I made him leave. Next thing I knew I awoke in the hospital. I had fainted. The hospital was able to stop the labor. They put me in this swing thing. To help prevent him from coming. However it did nothing to stop it. My baby said I'm ready. A few hours later he was born. We rushed him to kapiolani hospital. My head was spinning. I followed him the next day via airplane. With his big brother in tow. We stayed at the Ronald Mcdonald house. We were there for about 2 weeks. Then I needed to find somewhere else to stay. So I stayed with my aunt for a few days. Then I couch crashed with a friend for a few days. Then they allowed me to go home. Then my mom flew over to be with him. Eventually at about 3 months of taking turns. They finally released him. He came home with cords, tubes and everything. So I left him in the care of my mother.