It’s finally Spring, a new season, my favourite season and a new month. My birthday month in fact. On the 9th September I’ll be 34. This year there will be no gift guide (sorry Dyl and those of my friends who shop off it), no genie with three wishes to grant, there’s just one wish I want to make.
Sophie will see her orthopaedic surgeon on the 5th September for another check-up, a new set of x-rays, and if he’s happy with the how the bone has healed, he will operate and remove the three wires on, yup you guessed it, my birthday. If there hasn’t been enough healing, she’ll be stuck with them in for another week or so. There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t ask if today is the day her cast comes off. She misses her friends and the routine of school life, her extramural activities and being fully able. I’m tired of both reminding and reprimanding her 145780 times a day not to jump, twirl, spin, roll and run. I’m tired. She’s tired. So, if I just get one wish, one birthday gift, it is to have my sweet child safely out of her operation and cast free, on my birthday.
Soph laughs with glee when she says she’s giving me her operation for my birthday gift. I’m a little worried she may not have healed enough – night after night I go in and check on her and she’s rolled onto her arm even while propped with pillows, or even lying on her stomach with her broken arm underneath her. There’s only so much I can ‘police her’. I desperately want her to be able to take part in her concert she’s talked about for so many months on the 14th September (how can I miss this child shrieking “But there’s one sound, That no one knows, What does the fox say? Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! What does the fox say?”) and get this little hiccup over and done with. Although, what is done? I know her arm needs to straighten naturally. I know she won’t be out of the woods just yet and she needs to make sure she doesn’t overdo it (this is the part I get a little sweaty and panicked over – there is only full-tilt with Soph) or she may not be able to bend her arm as she should be able to.
So, with 6 days to go, please find my wish in your prayers, thoughts and good energies you put out. I’ll update you all after her appointment on the 5th. Here’s hoping 34 will be the best year yet, with good health and an exciting new page in my book.