Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
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…
Dear expectant parents, or those of you with newborns, I am sorry, I am that annoying woman, the one who wants to act like they know better than the health visitor, the one who always has something to say. I act out of concern, out of wisdom, out of fifteen months of worry. For fifteen…
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…
It has been a long couple of years; we started with miscarriage in 2008 then bounced into epilepsy in 2010, we then quickly advanced to hip dysplasia in 2011 and we come to the close of 2012 with our new friend, Diabetes. It is enough to make one turn to drink. But have we considered the…
My daughter has never jumped. She has journeyed to places most two-year olds have never had the misfortune to go, she has experienced surgery, blood transfusions, and week-long stays in hospital cots but she has never had the giggly feeling of her feet leaving the ground and returning safely. She doesn’t even know what jumping is……