I know that there are many parents up and down the country reflecting on how on earth their four year old is actually old enough to be starting school, I know that my timeline will be flooded of cute kids in school uniform this week but for some of us it’s all the more poignant.
When Erin was diagnosed with hip dysplasia I didn’t immediately consider school and the implications. I was shocked and overwhelmed about the imminent battles she faced. I worried about spica, about money and about whether she would ever walk without a dislocated hip and a limp. Erin has already overcome so much, the road she has travelled has not been easy and more than once I have sobbed into my pillow at night, but over the past year I have frequently thought about school. I questioned how she would cope, I questioned whether she will cope with full time school and whether she will cope with the physical demands of playgrounds and PE lessons.
We are not ‘over’ ddh yet. The xrays will last for may years yet and the legacy is still largely unknown, but for now we are in a great place. I see Erin as one of the success stories. Yes, she has needed major surgery and also been diagnosed with hypermobilty which presents a few problems. We are not yet able to let the buggy grow mold and be left redundant in the corner but she is catching up with her peers and her enthusiasm knows no bounds.
Today we took a walk to the park and the emotion caught me off guard as she climbed with ability and confidence. My girl is growing up and starting school. I am so proud of her that I wanted to share these simple pictures.
Many would take the scene above for granted, but not us and not anyone who knows about hip dysplasia. Erin was late diagnosed and when many children are confidentially running in parks were we just beginning to realise why our 20 month year old could not walk more than a few wobbly steps. At 23 months she was placed in spica for the following six months, she had closed and open reductions as well as the pelvic osteotomy. It then took her a few more months until she was strong enough to walk. Erin finally got going with determination just before her third birthday. I just look back and cannot believe how far she has come in the time since.
I will undoubtedly shed a little tear when she starts reception next week but they are tears of relief, of happiness, of pride and of joy. To all my ddh friends I want to say ‘we did it’ we are beating ddh and for those of you still on the treatment journey let Erin show that you will get there.