The boy with five names

This isn't my blog, it's Zack's. Zack arrived here seven weeks early, he had no heartbeat and wasn't breathing. He suffered catastrophic damage to his brain, he has cerebral palsy, problems with his hearing, vision and feeding. Our lives are both challenging and extraordinary. He is a gift. I hope that for whatever reason you find yourself reading this blog it can go some way to help those in the same situation and some way to remove the cloak that covers parenting a child with disabilities.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Snug little Bug

Zack has moved into his room. It's all finished and it looks brilliant. A proper little boy's room. Smells like one too. Why do boys just stink?

He slept reasonably well the first night. I didn't. He felt like he was in another country. Needless to say I ended up bringing him into our room, because, well, because he was a bit upset. Oh okay, it made me feel better.

Since that first night, I no longer worry and he sleeps like a snug little bug. I have chosen a new bed for him, an all singing all dancing, all moving up down side to side and around bed. It will be here in a few weeks which will mean no more kneeling down and no more bad backs.

Here are some pictures of his finished room. I love it. He loves it. Happy times.