It doesn’t seem like much and if he hadn’t of been born premmie it’s certainly not a milestone we would have celebrated, but in this case, it’s a massive thing to reach and certainly an excuse for a party!
On Sunday, Dexter turned 100 days old. That means, 100 days in Hospital, almost one third of a year. For him it means 100 days of growing, putting on weight & getting ready to come home.
For me, it means 98 days of bad coffee, endless hours of sitting by his bedside, countless boxes of tissues and 100 days of expressing!
There have been happy times, frustrating times, sad times and angry times. I think I was been numb for the first third of the 100 days, scared yet hopeful for the second and now accepting (and still scared and hopeful).
It was a day to celebrate and to meet cousins for the first time. It was a day to enjoy a picnic in the park, followed by a champagne barbeque; it was a day to laugh, because in all honesty, if we didn’t laugh, we would have cried!
For now, its cheers to Happy One Hundred Days!