Frog has always had wonky feet.
The day she was born she came out all big feet and long skinny legs. She had Correctional Talipeze, meaning there wasn’t enough room for her long old feet in my womb, so they came out a bit like flippers.
Fast forward to today and at nearly 19 months Frog still isn’t walking.
I’ve attempted the Mother Earth approach. In fact, I’ve taken it too far.
So eager to take the “She’ll do it when she’s ready” path, I’ve deliberately shut my eyes to the fact Frog has very wonky feet and walks in a decidedly odd manner. A bit like a duck. When she’s walking that is – which is very rarely and, even then, with a walker. She has yet to stand on her own.
Today I realised I couldn’t put it off any longer. So I took a trip to see the health visitor.
I shrugged off that nagging doubt in the back of my mind and calmly told the lady I was sure it was nothing, but her feet were a bit funny. And by the way, when she was born someone mentioned something about clicky hips. But, you know, I was sure it was nothing.
The woman asked me to strip Frog from the waist down and walk her across the crowded waiting room. And, as my perfect baby waddled her wonky way through the packed room, it dawned on me that there could be a problem.
“I’d like you to take her to see the GP as soon as you can”, said the health visitor. “I think there may be an issue with her hips and feet. I think she may need to be referred to a specialist”.
Of course I knew this. Deep down I wasn’t surprised. Every time someone told me “They’re all different”, I could hear a little voice at the back of my head. But I thought it was Paranoid New Mum. I thought it was the competitive one that needed to be ignored. Turns out I should have paid her more heed.
So we saw a GP this evening. And we’ve been referred. But Paranoid New Mum has been shelved for a little while longer as Earth Mother holds onto the doctor’s parting words: “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m sure she’s fine.”
Mother Earth loves that doctor.