After two of the hardest days of Zeke’s (and my) life (one of which I didn’t get out of bed for the entire day and was seriously thinking about giving Z to my parents), the little guy had a miracle sleep last night. After we finally got him to bed at 9:30pm, he slept soundly until 3am. This allowed Dave and I to watch two full episodes of Weeds and get a few solid hours of sleep. Then Z slept again from 4-7am. This was fantastic except that I was so stunned that he slept for so long, I was worried that something was wrong and I had a really hard time falling back to sleep myself… I kept staring at his tiny chest to make sure he was still breathing. Still, I’m very thankful for a very good night.