Happy Raising Side of the Cot Day!!

I sometimes forget that The Lodger has low muscle tone. You grow very accustomed to The Lodger just being who he is. It's only when I meet other kids the same age, that I realise how low muscle tone affects everyday things.

The Lodger is 22 months old now. Just yesterday, he was sitting in his cot when I walked past his room and glanced in to see him pulling himself up using the side of the cot. This is a momentous occasion! It took every bit of strength he could find to achieve it! He was so delighted with himself, as you can see in the photo!

As I cheered him on, I thought back to the little baby who could only move his eyes when he was born. The Lodger has physiotherapy everyday to improve his tone. His play time is all focused around how can this toy/activity make him stronger or teach him something new. The Lodger amazes me everyday with every achievement. He may only be 22 months old but his determination is stronger than most peoples.

Most parents probably don't celebrate the raising of the side of the cot BUT we most certainly did!

Happy Raising Side of the Cot Day!!

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