This time last week I was sitting on the sofa, twitching excitedly like I had jelly beans in my knickers. I had bored the world to tears by counting down on facebook the days until BB got her legs back.
He who helped create them shared my emotions, caring for a toddler in spica isn’t easy and although BB has handled herself far better than I could have ever foreseen we were both desperate to hold our daughter in a ‘proper’ cuddle and to see and caress her little legs.
I fantasised last sunday night about how quickly she may learn to walk and dared to dream a simple dream of walking down the street hand in hand with my little girl.
Seven days later and I have had my cuddle, stroked her legs and am counting down again. BB’s x rays came back and she has fractured her knee. In order to heal this and not strain her newly fixed hip the only option is to put her back in spica, for six more weeks. We are in hospital till tuesday and then for the third time this year she will be gently put to sleep whilst her body is bound.
When BB turns two she will be in spica, when she comes out she will have spent twenty percent of her life in a cast.
We have been in our NHS hostel for three days with two to go, I praised my older children today for coping so well with spending their long weekend in the hospital and twin girl clutched my hand and turned to me and said…
“We don’t mind mummy, we just want Libby-Sue to be better.”
As my heart broke a little twin boy joined in and said…
“Yeah and I don’t have to eat healthy stuff whilst you are in here we can just eat crisps all day.”
With that he grabbed a handful of wotsits and tottered off to his tv…
He is a glass half full kind of child!