A Battle Against Bronchomalacia and Bronchstenosis
Hey, My name is Jackson and I was born 12-12-10 in Kettering General. After just a few short weeks I was hospitalised with breathing difficulties, after turning blue at home, the hospital gave me a tracheostomy to help my breathing. After over 400 days in Leicester Royal Infirmary and a few months in Kettering General, I am finally well enough to be at home. With the help of nurses, my Mummy and Daddy look after me 24/7 and I'm going to keep you updated :)
Thank you so much for all the birthday wishes for Jackson. He has had a wonderful day playing with his new toys. Its been an unbelievably normal birthday in our house, full of chaos and excitement. Sometimes, I don’t even see the trach any more, particularly at home in our own little bubble. He’s a mischievous and funny 3 year old like any other, albeit a bit spoilt! xxxx
So now the wee man needs glasses. Trachy, glasses, may need hearing aids… these were not the funky assessories we planned on, but hey ho we’re going for the uniqueness look.
"Bouncy castles are dangerous for kid with Trachs."
Trying to find the words to describe how disgusted I am.
A little girl pushes Jackson off of a climbing frame, knocking his trach out and I’m told that “re*ards shouldn’t be in the park anyway”