Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
For over a week now my stomach has been gripped with anxiety and fear has been a constant companion. As someone who isn’t known particularly to fret it is a curious sensation to be on a knifes edge all day long, tottering near the prepice, unsure as to when and if the house of cards…
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. A whole…
BB has been cast free now for almost four months and I still remember the terrifying feeling when she was diagnosed with DDH and the overwhelming worry about how we would cope and what we would need to cope. For anyone who is facing a future with a child with DDH here is an idea…
Today I watched my daughter try and jump… She bent one leg and reached out her ‘bad’ leg straight so she was in a crouch position of some kind. She took a huge intake of breath and summoned all her energy and shouted ‘jump’ out with an enormous grin whilst merely standing up straight. It…
The sun should be shining. My little girl has her legs, I see them wrapped around me hugging me close and my soul burns with happiness. How lucky am I? To have a child with a disability hurts like nothing else but to have a child who can be cured, and quickly,…