If you remember way, way back in October last year, after a selection of typical NHS cock-ups, we got to see the paediatric orthopaedic specialist, way down in the Vale of Glam, who said that after worrying, fretting & double-nappying, Squeaky's hips were "just within the normal range", but that they'd send us another appointment for 6 months time to check again once she was walking. 6 months came and went. No surprises in the tale of missed dates that this whole saga has been, and to be honest I was torn between harassing the doctor to find out what was going on & shrugging it off thinking they'd said things were ok.
And then last week we got one of those letters addressed to "THE PARENTS/GUARDIANS OF MISS SQUEAKY BABY" in big capital letters. Telling me to phone Llandough & make an appointment to see the orthopod for a follow-up. 6 months has become 14. I umm & ahh for a week, forget to phone them because the appointment line is only open silly hours & eventually get round to making an appointment for 15 December. Happy freakin Christmas.
I know in my rational brain that all will be well, she doesn't appear to have any issues with walking. Part of me doesn't even want to bother going. But I know I'd never forgive myself if something wasn't picked up. So now we have another round of me fussing, fretting and generally getting into a state, a trip to Lovely Old Out-Of-The-Way hospital, and a trip to somewhere nice on the way home as a reward. Hobbycraft? Ikea? The drive-thru Starbucks? All of the above? Who knows.
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She's no doubt fine, but you're right to get it checked out once and for all. Annoying that the docs couldn't do it now she's walking properly though.
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