I was told recently that nothing hurts like being a mum and at the moment it feels like there are no truer words. This road of parenting seems to get more complicated without ever really pausing to allow me to catch my breath.
BB will have surgery within the next few weeks, she will be settled to sleep with a modern day sleeping spell and then her hip and leg will be gently joined as one and then tightly bound in plaster to allow the surgical magic to work.
She will sleep and we will worry until the moment she is returned to us when the spell wears off; in tact, in cast and as usual positively perfect.
We were told today that she is unique, special and rare, the doctor meant that genetically she shouldn’t have hip dysplasia, she wasn’t breech or my first born and nor does she have a any ancestors with hip problems. I don’t need a doctor to tell me BB is unique, and I don’t expect any of my children to travel a path of normality.
The plaster will stay in place for twelve weeks, it will be a different way to live for a while but in thirteen weeks it will be better.
It could be worse, but I am still worried sick, I know it will be fine, but still I long for it to be over.
Thanks for all the lovely comments for BB so far, each has made the road easier to travel.