Dream big little one......

We return home from yet another sublime holiday in the southern hemisphere, all of us enveloped in sun and a good dose of squishy family love. That kind of holiday when you return home and still find sand in your flip flops and you feel a lump in your throat.  The house is cold and dark but I can see a single light flashing on the answerphone. Its a message from the hospital. The first batch of growth hormone injections for LBM are ready for collection. We stand by the phone slightly shell shocked. Play the message over a couple of times. The truth is, we hadn't actually decided if we were going down this route. We spent many hours under the African sun wondering if this was the best thing for him. Are we actually comfortable injecting our LBM with hormones?  But it seems the doctors have made the decision for us. His tests have come back showing his pituitary gland is producing less that 50% of the growth hormones he should be and we need to act fast. So I guess we are doing this.

Our lives for the next 14 years will be filled with these daily squirts of grow globules. I'll admit the first few injections didn't go well and drew some tears (from ALL involved) but a a few weeks in and LBM has embraced them. The hospital have been incredibly supportive. LBM has a DVD, a grow chart, a book all about how grow globules work, and a sticker chart. And a few months in now, he has actually grown! At first it was only his feet and his err....cough..cough...winky. But we now have an actual height increase. Yes, my friends, this grow juice is the business. Ok let's hope he will never go from being LBM to the BFG but as soon as we hit the 100cm mark, we are so having a Roald Dahl party.

And speaking of party, this is a good time to tell you about that lemon drizzle cake. Golly this one is good. I didn't add the lemon verbena at the end but it was still the cats meow!