Haven’t had any time for blogging this week due to just having had one of the most eventful weeks of my life, crammed full of highs and lows.
On saturday I got married – a great day and a great relief that all went well. On monday morning we took our daughter into hospital to have her hip dysplasia fixed. Developmenal hip dysplasia (DDH) is a relatively common condition in which the hip bone is not properly seated in its socket. Normally it is picked up early – in which case it is easily treated – but unfortunately in our case it wasn’t picked up until she was 16 months old, leaving surgery as the only option.
More disturbing than the prospect of the surgery itself is the week of traction that precedes the operation. It was heartbreaking to see our lovely daughter, fresh from her flower girl duties, trussed up in a system of bandages, ropes and pulleys that would not look out of place in a medieval torture chamber. Fortunately she has proved to be extremely adaptable and is as happy as can reasonably be expected.
They say that every cloud has a silver lining – I’ve had to think pretty hard to find the bright side of my family honeymooning in the hospital while I honeymoon separately at home but at least I have plenty leftover pork from the wedding hog roast to sustain me!