Carter is one-hundred days old today. I’m amazed at how quickly these weeks have gone by. 101 days ago Cilla had a conversation with our doctor that went something like:
Dr. D: You’re dialated. Are you sure you’re not in labor?
Cilla: I don’t think so, but then again I’ve never been in labor before…
Dr. D: I think you are in labor. You guys want to have this baby tomorrow?
Cilla: (suprised look on her face) Uhh…
Will: (panicked look on his face) Noooo….
It turned out we had Carter the next morning anyway. He was born twenty-one days early. So, Dr. Daniel was asking us, twenty-two days early, if we wanted to have a baby. We felt like we had a lot to do in those twenty-two days.
So here we are, one-hundred days later, with a smiling, happy, healthy baby. He smiles and tries to laugh at mommy when she clicks her tongue. He grunts and smiles and tries to laugh when daddy kisses him with his stubble-ly face. He (finally) sleeps well. He figured out how to use his voice. Actually, he found his voice in church at Bible Class.
He already does so many things he couldn’t do a few days or weeks or months ago. He rubs his eyes when he’s tired. He sucks his hands when he’s hungry or tired (he doesn’t like pacifiers at all). He can follow you across a room.
I can’t believe he’s been here one-hundred days. We couldn’t have made it so far without the support and encouragement from family and friends (especially my Mom helping those first few days). Thanks to everybody.