Take a break if you will from the ongoing saga of Mog's birthday blogs, and consider this.
A child has a poor swallow, and ends up aspirating dribble.
This causes chest infections.
So, this child takes a medication to dry up the dribble.
The medication causes a urine infection.
The child takes medication to treat the urine infection.
As a side effect of the medication, the child develops constipation.
As a side effect of the constipation, feeds stay longer in the child's stomach; nowhere else for them to move to.
This causes the child to aspirate.
This has caused a chest infection.
Not Mog but one of our friends; another cycle in the life of a disabled child.
On a more positive note, consider this, as mentioned by Becca in her comment on Mog's birthday post. WANT! We did have a little power chair - one of the old style BIME buggies - for Mog when she was smaller. Actually we still have it; it's sitting in the garage looking for a good home. She couldn't hold the joystick (or sit upright in it, or balance, or hold her head up!) but she did enjoy sending it in circles backwards. She did enjoy her little trike too and knew what she needed to do to make it work. Unfortunately her hips are too sore now to use either of them any more.
So, who will win the lottery for us?