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 she refused the warm appeal of her own Peppa Pig bed and climbed into the pull out sofa bed and wedged herself between he who helped create them and me.
Sleep was troublesome anyway last night, with BB involved it was non-existent.
I got up and paced our bungalow for a while fretting about BB’s impending anesthetic, and more detailed x-rays. Whilst I prayed for no more spica I also knew that I wanted answers as to why her limp doesn’t seem to improve and why she cannot flex her hip past 90 degrees.
Six hours later I had a very excited girl who was tearing through the hospital playroom, dressing as a doctor, supergirl and finally a tiger!
The good news?
No more surgery, no more spica. – The wave of happiness that flooded through me when those words were said was indescribable.
The bad news?
BB’s mobility issues look set to stay for a while, part of her lack of usage is psychological and part is just an intense stiffness that has worsened over time. We are heading back for hydrotherapy and need to swim with her daily to try to loosen her up.
The fear that sits in the corner of my heart reserved for DDH has not gone, until my beautiful baby can run and jump and hop I don’t think I will ever see a future that doesn’t have more hospitals in it. Today eradicated my worse worry but the problem still lives on and it feels like it is very much down to us to solve it.
Going to need to buy a new suit!