Ds is two today.
On the one hand it's been a happy day and it's great to see him doing so well, on the other hand I've felt a bit emotional all day because it's also a day where I realize all the things he can't do, and where I become aware of the fact that we don't really know what the future holds, as we don't have a diagnosis.
This has been made worse by the fact that I had a bit of a kick in the stomach yesterday, when I saw the lung specialist with ds and he showed me a letter written by ds's other consultant in which it was mentioned that they want to test ds for MPS, which is a group of horrible HORRIBLE degenerative diseases. Could hardly sleep all night, then phoned ped I know in Germany and also ds's consultant at our local hospital and they both somewhat reassured me, but they still want to do the test just in case. I had just so got used to the "fact" that ds has hypochondroplasia that it hadn't even crossed my mind that there might be something awful in store.
And to top it all my mum was in tears yesterday because my dad, who has Alzheimer's, has taken another turn for the worse and is in a very bad state.
So, altogether a difficult day.