About Me

This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..

Monday, 1 August 2016

Testing, testing....

And so the tests continue. Despite the amount of food LBM can put away, he is just not growing. So where does it go? Ok, he poos more than me and the dog collectively but why is he just not growing? At first it didn't bother me, as both birth parents are fairly short. But now at nearly 4 years old, he is noticeably still in 12 month clothing.  He is falling behind in swimming and sports, as he simply just cannot run or kick as fast as the other kids with longer legs. Something is just not quite right and we feel we need to succumb to more tests, as there is no chance they make school uniforms for 1 year olds.

All symptoms point to Prader Willi Syndrome. Hey, who doesn't want a Prada Willy (!) but actually it's a genetic condition of children with short stature who never feel full and are constantly hungry. Something which has been on my mind right from the start but was perhaps just too fearful to explore. And so yet another set of tests are scheduled.

The doctors and nurses are amazing and he is a little champion throughout the blood tests and examinations. He is prodded and poked and poked and prodded and we wait weeks for the results. The PW tests come back negative. I have mixed feelings about this. In some respects, I am thrilled and relieved. But on the other hand, I worry what it really could be. There is talk of further tests and the introduction of growth hormones which frightens me. I suppose it's the unknown. I don't want my little boy injected with stuff. In addition, they have found a significant heart murmur and so there more tests are on the horizon. I need time. Time to google process this and luckily with the public healthcare system, we do get time.