These past few days our dreams have been realised. As I picked Dylan up from school in the pouring rain my beautiful little girl kicked and splashed in puddles. As many of the other mums were rushing past dragging there dipping wet children along with them. I took my time and basked in the puddles. I watched as Erin squeeled with delight, soaked her socks and trousers. As she called out to everyone that passed she was standing. I had the stupidest grin on my face. The following day Erin took her first steps (for the third time), it was much quicker than I had expected. However I guess when you have already learnt to walk twice, even though your hip wasn’t in a socket, walking on a fixed hip is easier.
On Sunday as we were in church Erin did the collection and as she walked up the aisle I totally lost it. The tears wouldn’t stop and the emotion of the past year was set free. As I looked around, I realised I was not the only emotional person watching Erin. More eyes were focussed on her than where they should and many were wiping tears. Erin still limps and for how long remains an unknown, but, each day she is walking is better than being in spica.
I am so proud of my little girl and all she has been through this year and hopefully we will have good news in 6 weeks at her next xray.