The time has certainly gone fast, and I'm happy to report back that we are noticing more and more changes in Dexter.
It's such a positive and proud moment when we see these little improvements, but even more so, when the conductors and therapists tell you that they are noticing positive changes also.
Dexter's stamina and endurance have increased so much.
For a little boy who struggled with an hour long physiotherapy session and needed a big sleep afterwards, he can now handle a three hour intensive workout, with a 30 minute nap on the way home, and still have the energy to stay up later and later every night. He is making it through the sessions easier and happier.
He is smiling more and his laughter is a common and daily sound.
His laugh still stops me when I hear it. It's such a precious sound; one we waited so long to hear. Every day, he is showing more and more of his cheeky nature to the conductors and therapists, which is a sign that he is enjoying himself and feels comfortable.
He still needs to be placed in the sitting position, but is lasting so much longer and is starting to self correct when he throws his head, which causes him to loose balance.
His four point kneeling is getting so much stronger, and his ability to hold his head up for longer periods, is increasing.
He is able to concentrate on his assisted crawling and can go for greater distances. He is walking stronger and while this still causes him some pain, his determination and stubbornness shine through!
One of the biggest and noticeable things we have seen, is how proud he is of all he is achieving. After he has done something, he turns his head, wanting you to acknowledge what he has achieved. A kiss on his head ensures he will return to concentrating on his work.
We are so proud of how hard he works, each and every day.
It's still heart breaking to think that he has to work so hard to achieve the smallest changes, but it's not been a heartbreakingly sad week, like week two.
This week, we have been able to see the positives of it.
Next week is our last week. I know already that it will be a hard week.
We have to remember each and every thing that the therapists and conductors do with him, so that we can implement it all at home.
It will be a sad week, as we gradually say goodbye to the small group of people who believed in our son and pushed him to achieve things that some people suggested he would never be able to do.
It will be scary, knowing that once Friday afternoon rolls around, it's back on me to do all the therapy for Dexter.
But that isn't something to dwell on now. For now, I think about the way he was holding my hand as we walked down the street - and the way that he sat next to me on the couch, cuddling in to me - and the way that he kicks the back of my chair in the car - and the way that he laughs when he plays with his sister.
Precious memories that will stay with me forever.