For the first time in 8 years, Aaron and I now have our bedroom to ourselves. That's definitely not a good thing. We would much rather have Noah in there with us, gurgling and snoring away all night (when he finally went to sleep).
The week after he passed away I would go to bed and would start heading over to his corner to suction him and say goodnight, thinking that he was there in bed. That was my routine every single night, so it was hard to get used to not having to go over to him. Aaron's job was to carry him to bed, and then I would suction him to make sure his airway was clear so he could settle down to sleep. I seemed to have the knack with suctioning more than Aaron did, and Aaron had the muscle to carry his 45+ kg to bed (as we were too lazy to use the hoist half the time as it took so long to set up).
Our bedroom is now way too quiet, and I'm finding it hard to sleep because I was so used to waking up during the night to help Noah. Now I still wake up and can't get back to sleep. I really wish this is how one end of our bedroom still looked, and that I was up half the night with the gurgling, snoring and having to get up to change his position.
For the past 10 years we had kept all of Noah's special things like school reports, doctors reports, X-rays, cards, and old foot splints etc. in plastic containers that were kept in the garage. Straight after Noah passed away Aaron dragged the two huge, heavy and very ugly containers into our bedroom and said there was no way that they were staying in the garage. I agreed, but wasn't keen on having two big plastic containers with lime green lids in our room.
We decided to go out and buy a new blanket box to keep all of his things in, and that way it could stay in our room and we could open it up and look at this things anytime. We spent the afternoon going through his things together, and loved looking at all his old school reports, cards and special things.
In the end the box was full and was just perfect for all of his things.
For Noah's last birthday Pip had given him a beautiful Noah's Ark wooden cut out. It was perfect for the front of the box, and on top is a number plate with his name on it, which Alison had gotten from New York. We put some of his special soft toys on top of the box and the boys have kept his other ones.
We have kept all of his special things on top of his old chest of drawer.
Our room looks massive now and although we like how it looks, we would much rather have less room and have Noah over in his little corner, gurling and snoring away every night.