*****Warning – readers of a sensitive disposition should be aware that this blog contains considerable quantities of poo and puke chat*****
There has been less to write about my happy little man because he is such a content, easy baby. Unless of course I have neglected to feed him in the three and a half seconds since he has angrily announced he is utterly starving.
Another day. Another hospital. Another Anaesthetic. All in a day’s work for Daisy Doodles. This time we are at The Royal Hospital for Children, Glasgow. What a mouthful. It was easier when it was Yorkhill. I love this hospital. She had her chemotherapy here and her hip spica put on here. She has been very… Continue reading Another day. Another hospital. Another Anaesthetic.
You might want to get a cup of tea for this blog. It’s been a busy week!
I waited to post this blog until today as I wanted to really think hard to assimilate my feelings on such an important issue. I watched the BBC’s documentary last night, A World Without Down’s Syndrome. If you didn’t see it, I implore you to watch it. It was a powerful documentary that raised some… Continue reading A World Without Down’s Syndrome? No Thank You!
Today has been one of those days when my patience has been tested to breaking point. I decided after two projectile vomits yesterday (one a day is the norm in this house), the reflux medicine is actually making things worse. So I am abandoning it.
I fear that had Daisy not mucked about with her chromosomes, I would have been one of those competitive mums eager to show off when Daisy met each milestone. Regular milestones go out of the window with Daisy. I have learned a lot from this and have redefined what success and achievement mean to me.