Tara did extremely well in school, she just walked straight in, there were kids clinging onto their mums with the dads trying to get them off, a very heartbreaking sight actually....
Then I realized that in a few years Fi will be going to school, I cannot possibly imagine how worried I will be... I might just carry a baseball bat with me at all times in case there are any bullies...
Reality bites, reality sucks... I hate that most descriptions say that HCH is a mild form of dwarfism... Over the last week I have connected with families where kids are at the 50th percentile on the achon chart, where the child didn't grow between 9-23 months at all and is the size of a 3 year old at the age of six. Where a 4 year old is in 12-18 leggings... So WTF is mild, screw the euphemisms... I am yet to meet someone who is mildly impacted...
For the next year or so, I am worried about Fi's mental capacity, when she doesn't turn her head towards me when I speak to her, I am overwhelmed with worry: Is it because she can't hear me, is it because her head is larger and she can't control it, is it because she is tired, is it because she has a cognitive problem...
Then I will worry about her speech, then about her health, her starting school, then about the surgeries, then about her having children... All this freaking worry, don't think I will live very long...
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