After a lovely day trip to the country, which included a walk where Loey got to wear this very fetching pink hat:
we had our appointment with the orthopaedic specialist. We liked him - even though we waited for over an hour, and he was clearly in a hurry, he took his time examining Loey’s neck, hips, and ultrasound. We could tell that his were hands of experience.
And the verdict? No brace!!! Not at this stage, anyway. He’ll check it again in 6 weeks, by which time we are hopeful that our home grown therapy of bulky cloth nappies and lots of time in the new sling will have fixed the problem (we are stoked that our parenting choices have inadvertently been the best possible thing we could have done for his hips). We are so relieved - we both feel oddly light, less tired, celebratory even. It’s a pity my stomach is so small these days, as our favourite way to celebrate is with food and alcohol, both of which are like kerosene on the flames of my heartburn. Instead we will probably watch the new Bionic Woman and go to bed early - less sexy, but still rewarding!
