We’ve made it to 36 weeks. More accurately, our precious boy has beat all the odds that were stacked against him since the beginning, and HE has made it so much further than any of us at first imagined. Unfortunately, the hurdles have not yet passed us, the biggest have yet to come. We found out at my doctors appointment yesterday that he is in a Breech position which complicates matters even further. Without going into too much detail, our providers have encouraged me to continue with the plan of delivering him without a c-section, but have offered us the option of either. Given the circumstances, if we deliver “naturally” there is a higher likelihood of Ethan being deprived of oxygen for too long and being born “sleeping”, in the most gentle words I can think of to describe it. While only John and I can make the decision on how we proceed from here, I come to you asking for prayers. Prayers for strength, prayers for guidance, prayers for peace, prayers for continued and stronger faith, prayers for our children, our families, prayers for John and me, and prayers for our precious Ethan. I can’t tell you how many times in recent weeks I’ve begged God to give us a miracle, to have the doctors realize that there was some mistake and all along he’s been a perfectly healthy, “whole” baby boy. I understand that this isn’t at all likely to happen, but my mind wanders there so easily. There isn’t much else I have to say, but again, just ask for your prayers. I don’t believe that we have much time left before we meet our Ethan, I can only pray that when that time comes we are able to do so while he’s still here with us. God Bless!