Hip Dysplasia has not beaten us.
Time is a curious thing.
This time a year ago I was filled to the brim with anxiety, I paced the hospital corridors biting my nails waiting for my one year old daughter to return from theatre with her legs bound in spica to correct Hip Dysplasia.
Look at us now, I barely recongnise my daughter. Free from cast, learning to run when we have just mastered walking, tentatively treading on a trampoline cautionously trying to work out how to jump.
She is not quite fixed but she is no longer broken.
Her mobility is less than that of most her age, she prefers to see the world from the height of my arms and for now that is fine, I am not in a rush to see her growing up and dashing away from me.
She has physio to try and correct the legacy of spica which has left her with limited mobility in her left hip and a total inflexibility in rotation of her surgically healed bones. Physio has left her with a love of swimming in hot pools and a dread of the council’s icy Olympic sized bath.
I never take walking for granted, every step she makes, every wiggle, every time she runs into my arms I close my eyes and see her laying on a bed, pale, exhausted and trapped by a cast. Then I let the warmth cut through me and cuddle my determined little girl and pray that this journey she is taking is close to an end.
Twelve months on – look how far we have come!
Huge thanks to Emma at mummymummymum for making my video!