:::mandy dawson:::

I just breast fed Zeke for the hundredth time tonight and he finally fell asleep so hard that I could actually place him in his cradle and he did not wake up.  Before I did that, I found myself sitting up in bed Zeke sleeping soundly in my cradle hold and Dan crashed at my feet asleep holding his glasses in his stretched out hand.  I got them both situated before seizing a moment to myself.

Here I sit in Zeke's room with the sound of crashing waves all around.  (from his noise machine).  I wish I had time to tell you more, but I really need to get to bed myself.  Let me just say this.  After 48 hours of labor and 28 hours straight with no sleep the day of Zeke's birth, we are finding ourselves beyond exhausted, but every day is filled with a moment where Dan and I hold our little boy and we stand together looking down at him in our arms and weep over him.  We weep because we are filled with wonder and awe.  It is beyond comprehension that this beautiful little being grew inside my body and found his way out despite a battle in the heavens and earth.  And while the battle has taken it's toll, the battle belongs to God and victory is assured.  We are aware of this every time we stare into Zeke's eye's and hold this living miracle.  Just now, I realized that I will treasure forever the moment my husband crashed at my feet and my son crashed in my arms.

I hope I can share with you the complete account of Zeke's birth very soon...