Sunday, May 28, 2017

Day 100


100 days in the NICU. 100 celebrated days with Belle. 100 consecutive nights of thanking the Man above before I close my eyes. 

As you know, we have a lot to be thankful for 😊

We put these special reminders like '100 days' into our phones and calendars so we can appreciate how far we've come. It encourages us to keep going and keep fighting. 



Clearly, she's the only encouragement anyone would need, but it's really about celebrating these moments. It fuels us. It's about owning this experience (so it doesn't own you). 100 days isn't even that much if you think about it, but it's not about that at all.

It's about turning negative experiences into positives ones. 

It's a coping mechanism too I suppose. This, and similar kinds of encouragement, is like the extra push. The second wind. It's like the extra cup of coffee to help you through the workday (just get me through til 5pm!).

If you were to ask me, though, even a day or two in this type of atmosphere will change a person. 1 day, 100 days, or 1000 days - fear is fear, and it shakes you to the core. The thought of losing someone you love, watching them fight or struggle, and witnessing some of the things that happen to other families here will surely provide you with a new outlook on life. 

Arabella celebrated today by "accidentally" pulling out her own IV, and we joked with the nurses that she's secretly trying to break out. She's often pulling on her mask and attachments as well, doing her best to yank them off. 

One day she'll make the great escape, we just know it! 😄


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