Dancing till she dislocates…
To be honest, Hip Dysplasia is a fading memory for us. I often feel guilt when I see friends in my timeline whose children went through the same journey we …
BB’s journey with DDH
Watching you run
I watched you run today. Your arms stretched through the unseen air, hands scooping great chunks of it propelling you forward. Your gait, a tiny bit lopsided, the only sign …
The legacy of DDH – how things change
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 …
Miracle working, or is it magic?
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 …
Preventing late diagnosis of Hip Dysplasia
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 …