As the title suggests.......... My little boy is FINALLY going to get his much-needed surgery! An achilles release (treatment for clubfoot) He will finally be able to walk, and progress as normal. It's been heartbreaking to watch him being left behind while all the other kids his age are running rings around him. I feel awful for saying it, but it's been hard for me. I can't imagine how frustrating and hard it is for him!

The date is set - March 14. Ironically this was also his due date. I'm a bit sad he'll be stuck in a plaster cast for his birthday, and a long time after that......... but it's for the best. I will have a walking child. Whilst I'm afraid of the surgery, and staying overnight in hospital with him etc, I need to be strong for him. I just want him to be free of his disability. On a selfish note, I'm struggling to carry him around with my growing belly..... he's bloody heavy!

And I also want to thank the universe for not handing us a life-sentence. He'll be cured, he won't remember this, and he won't be the different kid for much longer. I am so much luckier than some. This is what I tell myself every day.

Everyone send my DS lots of brave big-boy vibes and virtual hugs. We're coming to the end of a very long road. Well, maybe not the end, just turning a corner onto a new avenue of treatment and development.