My son, My story (part one)
Hi, my son was diagnoised with CP when he was 14 months old and i would like to tell you his story. he is 26 now. He was 8 weeks premature and his slow development was put down to him being premature. I was already the mother of a 18month old daughter and if i had not already had a baby would have probably accepted this and left it.When i changed his nappy his legs did not flop apart like a normal childs but stayed straight and stiff like a board, he wasnt sitting, would go ridgid in my arms whilst screaming for hours on end. Even my husband wouldn't acknoledge there was something wrong. But I knew something wasn't right and made a nuisence of myself and was eventually told by my consultant that she would send me to the child develpoment centre where they would probably do some phisio with him to help his development, and that he would eventually catch up. I remember the day as if it were yesterday, i took my mother in law with me as she didn't believe anything was wrong either. We had only been there 10 minutes when the lady who had been watching him play whilst i was answering questions to another lady,turned to me and said "you do know your son is Spastic don't you and he will never play football for leeds united or be able to ride a bike (the list went on) I sat there, too stunned to speak, tears silently running down my face, my mother in law was sat open mouthed also unable to speak. The lady ccouldn't have said anything worse to me if she'd tried, It wasn't that she had told me he was spatic but that we were a football mad family, with my husband playing for our local team twice a week and us all being big Leeds fans. What was i going to tell my husband? How was i going to tell him? The rest of the session was a blurr, them making regular sessions for him to attend, a phisio/therapist was allocated to us who would do home visits etc. We drove home in silence, When I told my husband he didn't want to believe it and stormed out, I found out later he had gone for a walk and ended up watching the junior footballers playing whilst sat crying, finding it all so hard to take in. I will continue with my story in part two.