I have to admit I felt incredibly guilty

The battle continues. Last night, well, last night, I have no idea what time he actually went to sleep. I think I fell asleep before him. 

We got him in bed at 9pm and then the moaning and the crying starts. We decided that we were just going to go in every 10 minutes, pat his back, comfort him a little and then leave, under no circumstances were we going to get him out of bed and spend an hour cuddling him until he fell asleep. 

That was the toughest thing I have ever done but we did it and won. I know he may have brain damage but Zack is very aware of what he wants and how to get things. He has never ever not been denied what he wants and he knows this. He knows that if he moans long enough he will get picked up. But it has to stop, he has to learn that bedtime, is bedtime. So tonight we go in for round two, we are putting him in bed earlier and doing the same thing. 

I have to admit I felt incredibly guilty in the morning and he has received a good hour of cuddles and kisses. In fact he wasn't bothered at all about last night, still his same old smiley self. 

Took him to another play-group the other day. He made a new little friend or rather this one year old little boy became a bit fascinated by him. This meant that Zack got prodded on the forehead, a finger shoved in his mouth and his curls touched. Zack wasn't bothered and I thought it was good practice for when his sister arrives, after all he can expect lots of poking and things being shoved up his nose by his sibling.

It's been a nice week (apart from the sleeping issues) as we have had no appointments, lots of them next week. This meant I have been able to do a lot more of his therapy. However tomorrow we are going to look at a school in St Helens, I know it might seem early to be considering him going to (gulp) school but I want him to go to the right one. Have heard good things about this one and they take them from three. There are still others to consider but for now this is our first look and consideration.

Hey look at me

Took Zack to two play groups this week, the lucky boy. 


First one was the monthly group run by the vision specialist team. It was good, they had a bonfire theme but Zack was more interested in a little girl a year younger than him. She is very sweet but gets upset a bit as babies do, well he was fascinated by her crying. Wasn't interested in the fact he had a furry hat placed on his head or was shown a branch to represent the bonfire, nope, he was all about the ladies.


That same lady came along to play group number two run by one of the mummies from play group one (are you all keeping up).  Zack had the best day ever at this play group two, he loved it, he was smizing at everyone (smizing = smiling with his mouth and eyes, see Americas Next Top Model for reference). He even rolled over from his back to his sides, the little show off. 


At one point I put a little plastic frame over him that had toys dangling down. Toys, I don't need toys. Watch this, and he grabbed hold of the side and tried to pull himself up, all the while looking at his new little girl pal. If he could speak I'm sure he would say, hey look at me, look at meeee, look what I can do (in a Stewie Griffen voice, in my head that's what Zack sounds like). 


He was even a good boy in his car seat. What a delight.


Feeding is continuing to go well and I have now stopped giving him that horrid Infatrini Energy and no sick. Nope no sicky. It's fantastic. We still get a teeny bit here and there but over all it's a great improvement. We are now on three meals a day, two drinks of whole milk and a pump feed of just water at night. Amazing. He is even going to bed at around 8pm and sleeping through until 6.30am. Although I can't help but think that as I type this next week I will be saying oh God, what's with the waking in the night, or oh no the sickness is back. But for now, the Pants is just brilliant and amazing.