Gavin: Home sweet home

So here we all are, back under the same roof and loving it. The difference in Sonny being home this time is massive - we thought that constant pain and sickness from last time were the norm - but he's chirpy, eating and already getting annoyed by his sister. The nerve damage in his legs is quite scary, but he's already making improvements and, as he continues to build muscle, will hopefully start to return rapidly. Luckily there aren't too many stairs in our bloody three story house for him to cope with.

My first job today was to go to the pharmacist to pick up his prescription which I thought would be a bag full. Turned out I had slightly underestimated what he would need (pic below) and, alongside the wheelchair, commode, bath lifts and splints we're starting to look and act like a proper hospital. Zo has refused to wear the nurses uniform I've got her but I'm very happy to pull on a pair of brown jumbo cords and say things like 'this boy needs 20mg of capri sun and a petis filous infusion'

Gavin: The day today

To say Sonny goes from strength to strength is an understatement. The steroids have now firmly kicked in to give him the appetite of a olympic weight lifter which so far today has seen him polish off:

1 bowl of sugar puffs
1 handful of rasberries
1 handful of grapes
1/2 a melon (small)
1 cupcake (see picture)
1 plate of spaghetti
1 bag of hula hoops
1 can of diet coke
5 fish fingers
3 slices of mango
1 apple
1 bottle of water
1 glass of mango juice
1 more cup cake
Assorted quality street (streets?)

To put this amount slightly into context, we got up at 10am and I'm writing this at 3. I need to go now because he's eyeing me up and down and licking his lips. I'll let the photos tell the story...

Easy like a sunday morning



No pain, no gain



Eating the poshest cup cakes in Europe (thanks Brian and Jenny)



Robin Van Persie pops in for a bath



The drip stand tells the full story (see the old one here)



Our little cup cake