Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
I remember the days leading up to BB’s official diagnosis of Hip Dysplasia with a clarity that is often remiss in my memory bank. Google had already spelled out our daughters condition before we even saw the specialist. With her clear leg length difference, her inability to flex, and uneven creases in her buttocks, it…
Driving to work this morning, with my face close to the wheel, eyes squinting through the rain that was beating at my windscreen, I found it hard to believe that only a few days ago I was luxuriating in Cornish luxury at Retallack Resort. Holidays simply don’t last long enough and already my body aches…
When BB and I first met the man who was to gently cut open her skin and surgically correct her hip, it was the first time that I really felt the sting of being caught ‘late’ with Hip Dysplasia. He explained that in his hospital she would have had an ultrasound at birth, we would…
I was sitting on the London underground today when I saw something that made me beam and hiccup a sob simultaneously. It was a stranger, a man, he was carrying his baby in a sling. The child was adorned in a beautiful bonnet and she was beaming at her father. Her eyes were staring at…
BB fell out of bed at 4am this morning, her shouts of anger at finding herself in a huddle on the floor were almost as loud as her shrieks of delight when she realised that both mum and dad were sleeping in her room whilst nanny slept peacefully in theirs. Rapture was all hers when…