This is Boo

I've never been very good with rollercoasters.  My best known survival tactic is holding on tight with my eyes closed.  I don't think that will work this time.  (Come to think of it, it didn't work last time either, when me and my Morris Minor ended up in the middle of a traffic island ...)

 

This is Boo.  Boo has a dislocated hip - or more correctly Developmental Dysplasia of the Hip (DDH).

 

A short history of Boo's diagnosis:

• We noticed she had a wiggle in her walk
• Kindy mentioned it, so did Plunket
• Our GP referred her to an orthopaedic specialist 'just in case'.
• Our appointment was at 4pm last Thursday. By 6pm Boo had been given an examination, an xray, a diagnosis and a treatment plan.

Boo needs surgery to correct her hip, followed by 3 months in a hip spica cast. After the diagnosis, I told Mr T that he was actually just meant to send us home and tell me to stop being an over protective mother.  He told me I was meant to be crying about now.  I think I might be a tiny little bit in love with Mr T.

 

We are waiting for confirmation of her surgery date and in the meantime trying to sort out the practicalities of one of us being off work for three months to care for her.

The actual practicalities of caring for her in a hip spica cast, car seats, strollers and highchairs, will have to wait until next week when the rollercoaster slows down.