BB was diagnosed with DDH on the 23rd of December, almost seven months ago. I remember speaking to my brother on Boxing Day and suddenly my coping facade cracked without warning as I looked at my toddling limping daughter and blurted out ‘how will I cope when she is in cast’ and then sobbed helplessly in his arms.
Seven months later it is hard to believe the journey BB has travelled; major surgery followed by a blood transfusion and epileptic seizures. Three general anaesthetics, three spica cast’s and then finally one broken leg.
Nine and a half weeks ago BB shed her spica shell, six and a half weeks ago she was cut out of her leg cast and then the waiting began.
The desire to see her walk has all but consumed me, I won’t lie and say it has been easy seeing other little girls and boys her age running around playing. The desire to see her walk has kept me awake at night, been the best of my dreams and the alternative has been the worse of my nightmares.
She’s my baby, and I am finally ready for her to be a big girl.
Tonight my big girl took my heart, squeezed it in her tiny hands and made all my dreams come true.
This is why I blog, to never forget the most important moments in my families life…
May I present my twenty six month old daughter taking her first steps for the second time.