Dawson's Story

Dawson Troy Weber

Dawson’s birth story goes back further than just two weeks ago; it starts with Bryce’s birth story. Having a cesarean section with Bryce was a challenging experience and it brought a whole new meaning to pain and vulnerability.

What do we long for? What do we dream of, as mommies to be? Passion; a longing to hold our little one for the very first time, to kiss their soft sweet faces, to caress their smooth baby skin. This passion brings us through 9 months of uncertainty. The song in our heart, our toes waiting so eagerly to push against the carpet to rock our babies to sleep; these things give us passion, a deep passion for our precious little ones.

Dawson’s Birth story starts almost 6 years ago on September 2^nd at 9 o’clock in the morning when my Doctor cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Emergency NOW!” Shaking violently during a contraction, I wasn’t even alarmed, just concentrating on my knuckles, turned white while grasping the hospital bed. Within fifteen minutes my breech baby Bryce was looking around the room at his new world. The weeks ahead were challenging. It started the moment I was handed my precious infant to hold for the first time and I could barely feel the weight of his tiny body, because my arms and hands felt numb and heavy. For fear I would drop him and the oddness of the feeling I handed him to his Daddy. Overjoyed to be a mommy to something so special, I took it all in with happiness in my heart. My expectations of having a baby quickly changed when I realized the hardship I would have to face because of the C-section. Not being able to walk and breath were the first signs that it would be a hard recovery. I enjoyed watching Daddy change the first diaper and seeing the pictures of the first bath. He really stepped up to the plate and cared for the two of us like a champ. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for him to have to bathe his wife and help her out of bed from a lying down position every time she needed to sit up or use the restroom. Caring for your brand new baby and your wife is a lot of work, mentally, emotionally and physically. I wanted to avoid this scenario at all costs; I never wanted to see anyone have to go through that again, not just me but my hubby and my children.

Five years later, almost to the day, I entered the hospital for pain I can’t even explain with words. I leave you with “excruciating,” just to give you an idea. September 1^st of last year a tumor the size of a grapefruit contortioned on itself and because it was inside my ovary it caused the blood flow to be restricted which in turn caused intense pain. A week later I had surgery to remove it. Horror set in when they told me they would need to use my C-section incision and they also added that I might have cancer and that my reproductive organs may need to be removed. WHAT!!??

This is when I start praying! Yep, I waited all this time and finally started bringing God into it! I cried out to the Creator and begged for His hand to protect my unborn babies and give me the gift of more little ones. Just over a month later He blessed me with my second pregnancy, a boy, Dawson Troy Weber.

Right away I planned for a Vaginal Birth, VBAC. Praying almost daily and staying healthy gave me confidence that I would be successful. Bryce being breech, I was certain that it wouldn’t happen a second time. I fully believed that God would give me the desires of my Heart, which was to NOT experience the pain and heartache of surgery!

I had contractions worth paying attention to starting 5 am, Monday morning. It was July 25^th, my Dad left just the day before and my Mother and Emily stayed to wait for Dawson’s arrival. Chris and I had headed to the Hospital late Monday night and arrived there by midnight. I was only at 1cm. My contractions had been consistently between 5 and 10 minutes apart and painful for 19 hours. They let us stay and the monitor showed hard contractions despite the lack of dilation. July 26^th, 5am, 24 hours later I still had not progressed in dilation although my contractions had worsened. The nurse gave me a shot of Morphine. While the pain of the contractions did not subside the shot did allow me to sleep for the eight minutes in between them. Two hours passed. They said I was at a 5/6 dilation; I was relieved and pleased. So thankful to know my body was moving along on its own. The morphine allowed my body to relax just enough for dilation to occur. At that point I was at complete peace with the process of giving birth. I was happy and thankful, relieved to know my little one was safe and excited knowing that I would be meeting him soon. I couldn’t help but be proud of my body and its progress, I had been praying for months for the Lord’s will to be done through my birthing experience. I had confidence that He knew my deepest desires and fears. I had faith He would watch over me and have His hand in this precious experience. I had my eye on the prize, and it made it easier having Chris beside me the entire time. Come to think of it, I don’t remember him ever going to the restroom. He was soaking it all in, so curious and intrigued. I was surprised by his reaction; my hopes of him having a shoulder view were dashed by his obvious awe and involvement. He had front row seats! So about that time I received an epidural; I was so grateful. I had expected the epidural to take away all the pain but it didn’t and oddly I was somewhat thankful to still have some of the pain. Feeling the wave of the contraction riveting through my body, the tightening of my uterus, the unexplainable and unrelenting pain in my lower back, the pressure on my pelvic bones; it made me thankful to be alive, to be giving birth. I was in awe, awe of God, The Creator. Savoring every moment of the pain, like a dessert or the smell of a flower, I wanted it to be ingrained in my memory for a lifetime, every pain, every smell, pressure, emotion; I was savoring it, savoring God himself. I was literally praising Him in my heart for the precious gift of life. Pushing started. My frame of mind continued to be strong and content. I was at such peace with the pain, vulnerability, and uncomfortable positions.

Alright, so far I haven’t put much emotion into this story! Last night after typing the above, I went to bed and I couldn’t help but tear up and cry a little. I don’t know the exact reasons why, just that I was overwhelmed with the memories of that day. So I’m going to try to share a little more and with more emotion! So get ready for it to be a tiny bit more graphic. We’ll see.

“What was that sound?! Disfigured sounds coming from down the hall?

Screaming, waling, sobbing, it sounded almost like a child and then I realized that it was a women tormented by the pain of giving birth.”

The girl in the delivery room next to me was loud, she sounded like she couldn’t go on. It gave me more reason to be slow and steady, allowing the birth to happen. I was curious though, who was she and was she going to be okay? And for Pete’s stinkin’ sake, give that girl some pain meds!!!!! To my surprise she was my nurse, the poor girl was the same girl who had been taking my blood pressure for the last 9 months. Apparently we had been racing each other. Her progress was much like mine. We were headed down the same road, dilation slow, contractions hard, epidurals that had failed, babies that were turned slightly with little movement through the birth canal. I felt for her and prayed for her and her infant’s safety. So back to my story, or rather Dawson’s. So where was I…? Pushing started, just my awesome nurse and Chris, it felt almost easy. I was thankful to be pushing. I was oh so thankful. We were just practicing for when I would REALLY need to push, but nonetheless I was still pleased to be where I was. Pushing actually took my mind off the contraction and gave me another focus, getting the baby OUT.

I’d never been so exposed in my life, Chris had one leg and the nurse the other, she would say, “I want you to breathe in, hold it, and push with all you’ve got, bare down and push towards my fingers.” Yep, fingers, she had them there for what seemed like an eternity, poor girl. But to my extreme surprise she was cool and collected when I pee’d on her hand! I was so startled by the shot of urine that I jumped and completely lost track of what I was doing. Slowly I would release every last drip of pee throughout the rest of the evening; with each powerful push a little more would be released. All I could think was, “oh disgusting, I could never be a nurse, and what in the world! Why do I have to have an audience?” Hours passed, my arms were becoming weak from grasping my legs and pulling them toward me. My fingers were cramping and holding my breath was becoming more and more of an unrealistic expectation. My face hurt from pushing and my eyes felt like they might explode. My neck was tense and cramping, plus my head was throbbing. The pain was becoming more intense, I was scared of the next contraction and the epidural was wearing off. I had been in every position possible, Chris by my side, holding my foot and pushing it for me. He was as eager as I was. I can’t imagine the anxiety of watching me in pain. He seemed so calm, curious and reassuring. I didn’t like being so vulnerable, but the anticipation of holding my little one over-ruled and I just didn’t care all that much.

“It had been a long time since they said they could see the head; I knew something was wrong. It shouldn’t be taking so long. The Doctor had been in the room for some time now, there were five of them, at least, staring at me with grim expressions; all surrounding my exposure, legs apart and out of breathe, my heart beating fast. ‘He’s not coming out on his own Nicole, we can try the vacuum, but if it doesn’t work we’ll have to do a cesarean section.’ Before he finished I was gasping for air and with each exhale an uncontrollable sob came blasting out of my body. I lost it. My body became numb to pain and hysteria was the result. I tried even harder to push the baby out; each contraction was a reason to push harder! I used every position and rolled over and was on my hands and knees, bearing down with every ounce of passion and strength I had left! Tears were gushing from my face, my eyes so blurred I couldn’t see, my face drenched in my efforts. My three girlfriends came in and prayed over my sobbing, exhausted contracting body. I knew they loved me, but like Peter I was sinking, the ocean around me was swallowing me whole. My faith was being tested. The idea of walking on water was too great for Peter just like the idea of being cut open was too great a circumstance for me to withstand. God asked me, ‘Will you trust me?’ I screamed NO! Not this! Please save me from this! The doctor came in with the vacuum and I did everything in my power to push even harder, sobbing with my entire being, terrified to be cut open. It was hopeless it wasn’t working. The doctor tried more than he needed to. The lady doctor came in; she felt my tight and oddly shaped belly. She glanced up at the others in the room, the question was can we use forceps; she answered “absolutely not this baby is too big and isn’t coming out.”

“My heart was pounding, thuds of fear and anxiety. I felt tortured by the thought. The squeaks and bumps of the bed moving through the halls toward one of my biggest fears were loud and overpowering the voices of the others around me. Their efforts to reassure me were muffled by the noises in my head. My breathing, my heart pounding, the wheels rolling, squeaking; I knew this drill and I couldn’t stop it. More than anything I wanted my baby safe and in my arms. In the end I only wanted his safety. This was his safety. I had no choice. I had done my very best. I tried everything I could, God had a plan and he allowed me to try everything in my power but in the end he was going to deliver that baby by C-section. I wasn’t angry. I was scared, sad and defeated. How could this be? The lights in the surgery room are always very bright, almost blinding. Although I can’t see a darn thing because my vision is so blurred I know what they are doing. They move me from the bed to a skinny little table. It’s so skinny my arms from being so week fall off the side, hang for a moment and then I search for the arm holders that are straight out form my side. So floppy, I feel heavy. They strap me in, someone is talking to me, trying to calm my spirit. I’m trying to calm down as well. It took forever for Chris to arrive with his scrubs on. I can’t see him, only his hand and his voice. I cry for fear! Fear of the next couple of weeks, not able to hold my child or see my child because of my bad vision; scared of the pain, the vulnerability, and the sickness from meds. Not being able to walk to the restroom alone, take a shower or raise myself out of bed. Relying on others, mostly Chris and watching my big boy Bryce be concerned for his mommy. I didn’t want them to have to bear the burden of me having surgery. This wasn’t the experience I wanted for us as a family of four. The healing process is so long and grueling, so emotional and uncomfortable. I DIDN’T WANT IT!! I can’t make it Lord, I can’t do this, it’s too hard! The minutes dragged on. The words that stand out to me are, “He’s huge, He’s SO big, Oh my Gosh, Healthy Baby Boy!” I wanted him near me, but I told them to weigh him; how much does he weigh!? He was 9lbs 8oz; Dawson Troy Weber was born at 9:13 pm Tuesday the 26^th of July, and was 22 inches long. They brought him near my face and I could smell the plastic gloves. I felt his face with my tired fingers, such a sweet face. Chris said he had kissable lips just like Bryce, and was perfect. I started to weep; I was emotionally overwhelmed, thankful for a healthy baby and worried about my recovery. Sad that my desires weren’t granted the way I had hoped. I was so happy to have my little one; tears of mixed emotions fell from my eyes.”

I knew God’s hand was in this pregnancy from the start and I knew His hand would protect Dawson. The best part was when Peter was raised out of the water by the hand of God, Jesus. He grabbed him and lifted him up and said ye of little faith! What a powerful love Jesus has for his followers. I was delivered and my cry to be saved WAS answered. I wasn’t saved from the pain, I wasn’t saved from the fear or the experience of a C-section but I was saved from a negative recovery. God saved me from my underlying worst fear. My biggest fear was coming home and having to struggle through a horrible recovery while building a beautiful bond with a new family of four. I was terrified for all of us. I wanted so badly for Chris to see his wife be a loving mommy without the horrific pain of surgery; I wanted Bryce to feel proud of being a big brother and look forward to story time with Mommy each night. I wanted Dawson to slip into being apart of our family like he had always been there. And with huge tears in my eyes I can say that God delivered me. He saved me from what I couldn’t. He lifted me out of my own doubt and created a memory I will never forget!

Wednesday the 27^th, Chris’ strong arms helped my wobbly legs to the restroom and then he helped me take a shower. I also was able to eat a full meal at both lunch and dinner. I was amazed at my strength and happiness. I was thrilled to be a mommy to a little one again and I couldn’t wait to share my happiness with Bryce. Chris’ confidence in me the whole time empowered me to be even stronger and try even harder to continue the awesome progress my body was making toward recovery. He stood by my side and gave me so much to be thankful for.

As for my nurse friend, she was given a C-section minutes after me. She too, tried her best but her baby was turned and was unable to pass through the birth canal. Her little one was taken to a bigger hospital to be watched over due to an uncontrollable twitching. I don’t know how she is doing. It was hard to know she was in her hospital room recovering while her little one was away from her side. I prayed for her often.

My family of four is a blessing, I’m so thankful for the life God has granted me!

Sandy Dandy

Sun shining through lots of green leaves, window rolled down and sunglasses on, we're on our way to Panther Flat. The scrawny, unhealthy malnourished Sandy was transforming into a confident and healthy 7 year old. My little dandelion was turning into a beautiful flower. It couldn't be helped, she was changing for the better, her mind and body were becoming restored and secure. With it came a renewed perspective of her self image. Her sense of self had changed. So while in the front seat of the Yukon she made up her mind. She wasn't Sandy any more, so she told me she wants to be called Cassie. This wasn't far fetched since often when she would tell people her name was Cassandra they would ask if she liked to be called Cassie. It was exciting for me because she was taking off the old life and putting on the new. She was identifying with change, a change for the better. I simply told her that it would be a lot of work to change her name that each time she heard the name Sandy, she would need to correct them with her new name Cassie. She started that day and never looked back. She continued to grow confidence and strength.

Cassandra means: Shining Upon Mankind

Abbygono

Lydia

Two sweet girls with big grins surround me; I’m sitting in my purple chair, just having an average day, nothing special. A Disney movie plays in the background and I ask Lydia a question and she says plan as day, “my name is not Lydia!” “Well what is it?” I ask. She responds quickly and I can’t make out what she said. After many attempts to pronounce her “name” I give up. I kindly tell her that I’m going to call her Lydia and that’s that. Sandy chimes in and says with her steady stutter that she’s right that’s not her name. Weeks pass and every once and a while the name thing comes up again. Confused and wanting to move on from the subject I say, "okay well, in our home her name is Lydia". Feeling a little mean I ask Lydie if that’s okay to call her Lydia, she nods with disappointment in her eyes. So I can’t leave it at that, I could see that I needed to dig deeper. Still not able to pronounce it I ask her when she had this name and why people called her Lydia. She tilted her head to the side and said at her dad Todd’s house, she had this name at her dad’s house and with shoulders raised she told me she didn’t know why people called her Lydia. A little bewildered I looked to Sandy for some answers; with a little disbelief I asked Sandy if this was true. She nods yes. Lydia was a good story teller so at times it was hard to know what was truth and what was a little bit of imagination and since her “name” made absolutely no since to me, I was skeptical. It sounded made up, could it have been another language, maybe but it seemed unlikely. It just sounded like gibberish. So I asked her who called her this name, she glanced at Sandy and pointed. “Oooohhh” I answer with my eyes wide and my chin lifting up, the light bulb turned on. Phew glad that was cleared up. At their dad’s house they were visited by a social worker periodically and she noted that they seemed to have a language between the two of them. A language only they could understand. She noted that it was very robotic sounding, but that the sisters responded to the sounds as if they were communicating. So I ask Lydia one more time to tell me her name, her special name that her sister called her when she was little.

Since then her special name pops in my head and it takes me a minute to remember what it is and what it means. Just a jumble of letters and then it hits me hard that it’s Lydia. I can say it now, knowing that it doesn’t have to make since, that it is what it is.

Abbygono.

Holding her like an infant in my arms I lean in close to her sweet face and whisper

~I love you Abbygono~

A Milestone!

School Days

Sending Bryce off to Kindergarten was exciting and nerve racking, I had this deep desire to hold onto him tight! I didn't want to let go of the little guy he is to me. I'm expecting him to come home today a full grown man. We'll see.

His step into the unknown.

Home Sweet Home

My precious BRYCE, full of fire and spirit, enthusiasm and curiosity.

I love these silly faces and fun moments with you!

I love that all over the United States, children are taking pictures on their front steps, getting ready to walk away from the security of their home into the unknown of SCHOOL! Face book was filled with those wonderful faces, clean and excited. Brand new clothes and in Bryce's case a silly face to go with it. :) Thank You Grams, Auntie Jamie and Uncle Austin for the outfit! He picked it out of several to wear on his very first day of Kindergarten.

And he's OFF! No looking back, just confident and ready for the day ahead. Yesterday in the car, he looked so little in his big car seat, gazing out the window he says,

"tomorrow is a BIG day for me"

I teared up and couldn't help but smile.

He is growing UP!

Mrs. Webster seems like a wonderful woman and I know God's hand is on her heart.

Last night anxious about his day, I prepared his lunch, with all the yummy goodies and even a special note. We picked out his school clothes for his very first day and got his backpack all ready to go. I went to sleep feeling like it was Christmas,

excited and nervous mixed into one emotion.

So when morning came prayers were said and some tears were shed!! Kindergarten is like everyone says it's going to be, mommy tearing up and feeling overwhelmed with a since of achievement and loss all at once. The worst part was walking away and knowing that he's different, today will be the beginning of a new stage in his life and a whole new adventure. I have peace knowing God's watching over him right now.

Stretched Thin

Optimism

being optimistic isn't my strength. But I'll try. It's hard to watch so many other mommies have their babies early, or even on time. I can't help but think about just two weeks ago I would have had less stretch marks, less weight, less water weight, and less DOUBLE chin! OH AND LESS PAIN & DISCOMFORT. Less trips to the bathroom at night, I'm down to every hour now. So after being a little discouraged and confused as to WHY my body just doesn't want to relieve itself, I had to thank God that He has it under control and no amount of complaining on my part is going to change His mind. :( So I had to come up with some positives. Since the little guy hasn't gotten here, I have NO idea if he is actually a healthy baby or not. We'll see how his little kidney's are doing once he gets out and moving around. With noticeable swelling on both, we've been praying that the healing takes place in the belly and no surgeries or other complications arise. Of course the Dr. is positive and encouraging and has told us not to worry. Since I hate wasting my time I've not worried about it just prayed, that God's will would be done and that the little life inside me would bring Glory to God. So 1) God's in Control and in His perfect time this little one will be brought into the world. 2) I have the opportunity to have a VBAC, something I don't want to compromise which means waiting this out as long as possible. 3) I am perfectly healthy and as far as we know so is the baby. 4) I have a chance to work on being patient on God's Will for my life instead of trying to orchestrate it myself. 5) I get a chance to hang out with my parents more. :) 6) I get to experience first hand God working in my body, hoping in the end that my body will go into labor on it's own. Aside from that I can't help but think about Bryce, he was stubborn too, just loved it in his mommy's belly and didn't want to come out. He's been one of the healthiest little boys I know. Rarely gets sick and seems to be allergic to nothing, (well he farts A LOT, so maybe) and breast feeding was a breeze. I know so many mommies who have struggled, with having preemies, colic, gassy infants, or troubles breastfeeding whether it's lack of milk or the little ones sucking ability. So a positive for me is that my experience with Bryce was wonderful, I got nice and plump but he was healthy and knit together well before coming out. Although I just remembered that he had that Projectile vomit thing where his little valve in his esophagus wasn't fully developed but that was more humorous than anything else, many boys are born with that and it corrects itself over time. lol, boy did we have some laughs over that though. :) So I've been thanking the Heavenly Father for taking so much time knitting together the little being in my belly, making him perfect in His image. So from Cars 2, I'll be thankful for my dents and marks, they're the Memories of Creation, the Creation of my Son.

Therefore, I urge you, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God - this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will. ~Romans 12

Big Brother Bryce

POOLE TIME!!!

Bryce Roman Poole

is going to be a BIG Brother! I'm SO excited, to be honest though he already is a wonderful Brother. He rubs my belly and kisses it often and already plays with the little guy, by blowing raspberries, and poking him to wake him up to play. It's fun to see his love for him.

Thanks to Lindsey and Bryan Terry Bryce was able to pick out this Awesome POOl, he searched the whole store for the perfect item to purchase with his Target Gift card. Thank you guys, you really made his day. He loves it and has had many hours of fun in the last two days of SUN. He felt so special to be able to go shopping and he even got a Slushy, of course he put ALL the colors in it to make it that much more awesome!

I love him!

Neighborhood friends enjoy the slip & slide pool.

Bryce can't help but do tricks! He's always trying something new.

Emily gave me a pretty smile while Bryce hides under his towel.

They just loved the sun and the water, it took Emily a while to warm up to the pool, cause the water was cold, but Bryce jumped right in.

He even got dunked while doing tricks. I'm so proud of him.

Emily all smiles

Thank You again Lindsey and Bryan, we miss you both and are so Thankful for the gift.

Dawson's Due Date!

July 20th, 2011...

Came and went without our little Dawson. What a gorgeous view I got to enjoy though, despite the disappointment of not holding my little one. Discovery Park made it all better, a place for Military housing and all around gorgeous views. I loved seeing the water, sand and rolling grassy hills. Picture perfect houses with picture perfect views.

Group shot, I love getting everyone in a pic, it's so fun to put a whole bunch of them together and see how people have changed over time or the silly expressions we all might have. Just fun.

I could enjoy this view every day of my life, I just can't get enough of stuff like this.

My family! I love the guys in my life!! Bryce and Chris love to throw rocks, it's fun to watch them enjoy themselves. Bryce doesn't like sand in his shoes... who does. :) He's such a little sweetie when it comes to his mommy, likes to find me little treasures when we're out and about.

Bryce found some wonderful shells for me to keep, such precious little treasures. I love the beach and the memories it creates.

Emily Rose picked her mommy a pretty flower, there still in my window sill, ,being enjoyed by all of us. She even gave me a pretty smile for the camera.

My parents came up to visit us on Sunday the 17th, planning on staying a week for the coming of the baby. Well plans have changed since the little guy is all to content in the womb. He just loves it in there. So my Dad had to head home today Sunday the 24th and plans on coming back up on the 1st of August, while my Mom and sis stay here and wait patiently for him to make his debut. So the day my little bundle of boy was due we headed to Seattle for some sightseeing. We went straight to the Needle and then headed over to the Old Spaghetti Factory for some dinner. Then we made our way to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for a Candy Apple, then to Pikes Market so I could pick up some Gorgeous Flowers. Last but certainly not least we went out to Discovery Park, Beautiful views. The day was absolutely perfect, exactly how I had hoped it would be. I really enjoyed myself.

Seattle's Space Needle

Yep, that's us in the mini mini van, Lovin life and all together.

My parents first time to the needle with Emily, it was her second time though, lucky little thing went last summer with us. She really enjoyed it both times.

Bryce couldn't get enough of the lookout stations, he loves binoculars. He's always so curious. This was his fist time to the Needle, he had been waiting patiently for Poppy & Poppie and Emily to visit so he could enjoy it with them.

LOL!! Side view of that BABY BELLY! Bryce doing some awesome tricks on the BIG concrete ball.

!Nesting!

Our home has been improved.

Chris has been working like a mad man the last three weeks. We've been preparing for the little joy that will enter our lives within the next week or two. Chris has been the most unbelievable handy man, I'm so proud of him. He's been so productive and helpful with things that I just wouldn't be any good at.

He painted the Entertainment hole, it used to be a horrid orange carrot color. We added a mirror to the dinning room to give it a more finished look. We love it!

Chris painted the bathroom yesterday and I LOVE IT!! It was also a horrible orange color. We put in a new mirror and hung up the skipper's ship, Coast Guard Cutter Dorado.

We hung up some things in Bryce's room, a picture holder for loose photos and some photos from our professional photo session with Jenny Marsh. Bryce's quilt was sent off to his Giwi's (grandma) for quilting. I'll post pics when it returns. =D I'm excited to see the finished product, it's taken me sooo long.

~THE CRADLE ~

Dawson's first sleeps will be nuzzled in this cradle given to me by my Auntie Jamie and painted and sanded with love by Daddy. I'm so excited to lay his sleepy little head in it.

~ The ROOM ~

~ Dawson's Nest ~

Daddy, painted his room a celery green and we are in love, it feels so peaceful.

I made the nest and we had the netting already, the photo was done by Jenny Marsh and the blankets were Bryce's when he was a little guy.

My mommy bought Dawson the nest of blue eggs and the memory book, she also bought the adorable little birdies in the wooden shelf. Lindsey and Bryan Terry gave a gift of the hand print picture, we're looking forward to placing his little tiny prints on there as soon as we get him home. I made a shutterfly photo book, with our photos by Jenny Marsh and I just love each page. I had so much fun making the book for our little fam.

Chris painted these adorable little shelves that we bought at Good Will for a total of only $2.25. The little elephant was hand made by Brittany Stacey, so sad to see her and her family move to Texas with her Army Man.

We've had fun and now it's time to rest, as much as possible, and relax knowing that we've prepared a place for him. Just like God in Heaven has prepared a place for us.

Don't forget though, to store up your treasures in Heaven.

~Really all this stuff is, is a bunch of junk. But for now I'll call it an amazing blessing from our Heavenly Father who loves and cares for us! He is the provider of ALL things, he gives and takes away.

~ Anyone wanta go FOUR-WHEELING!!

Let's have a BABY!