Our first mother-daughter Turner Syndrome 'chat'

Last Thursday on our way to the hospital G asked me a question that I'd been anticipating.  Why do I go to the hospital lots?
Knowing we wanted to be as open with her as possible from a young age, I decided to seize the opportunity....

Because you have Turner Syndrome sweetie.
Does Hats have Turner Syndome mummy?
No G she doesn't.
Well you and daddy do don't you?
Actually we don't darling.
Oh. Well who does then?
(Thankfully we'd recently attended a local TS meet up)
Well do you remember when we went to the restaurant on Sunday for a Turner Syndrome lunch?
Yes mummy...
Well R who you did the picture for has it. So does HM who you also did the picture for. And I and G who sat opposite you at the table, and also S.
Oh. They have Turner Syndrome like me?
Yes sweetheart.
Can I have chocolate after hospital??

Bingo. Although the word Turner Syndrome is not alien to her- she has a teddy bear called Turner,  a TS hoodie and we've attended 2 local meet ups with her- we'd never actually told her she has Turner Syndrome.

She won't fully appreciate and understand the full effects of TS for many years to come, but another fact that I know we will need to slowly drip feed is the fact that nearly all girls with TS are infertile.
G is obsessed with babies at the moment-to the point at which she is begging us to have another one, and is frequently shoving babies, pillows and cushions up her top. That breaks my heart. For her.
That said, we will also make it clear that you don't always need to be a tummy mummy to be a mummy. Thank goodness for fertility treatments, adoption and whatever advances in technology will occur in the next 20 years.

Those of you wondering whether the hospital appointment in question was THE appointment......the much anticipated referral to a new ear, nose and throat consultant. It was. And what a shambles. I'm still so incredibly angry, furious infact, that I'm not going to discuss it today.

To end on a lighter (and slightly grottier) note, this occurred yesterday. It caused my sister much hilarity and disgust, in equal measures...
I've got a bogey in my mouth!
What?!
(G proudly presented her tongue with a rather large green friend balanced precariously on the tip)
That's gross you don't eat bogeys, you only eat food! Does it taste horrible?
No its yummy.
Surely not...
No actually it's yummy scrummy!

And I'll leave you on that note!

Head, shoulders, knees and toes....

...eyes and ears and mouth and nose.....

Eyes: We've been attending the opthalmology clinic for the past year in a bid to find out what most people would ascertain in one appointment! It's taken a year due to her distaste of anything 'hospital', but finally, we managed to get Grace seen by her consultant. 
Tears. 'Where's the monkey?' . Eye drops. Screaming.  Chocolate. 30 mins in the coffee shop whilst said drops dilate pupils. Screaming.  Lots of role play by the surprisingly child-friendly consultant, and bingo. G is on the verge of being short-sighted, which caught us unawares actually. We had no real concerns about her sight, it was only due to her Turner Syndrome that she was referred. 
No imminent action required, other than regular tests to determine when she crosses over into the realm of being a wearer of glasses. I had initially thought that Grace had inherited mummy and daddy's bad sight, but it seems that there may actually be a TS link.

Ears: Our New Years eve appointment didn't disappoint-over an hours wait and we left prior to our appointment with a distressed G. I'm not actually that upset as we have our first appointment with our new consultant next week. Let's hope to be taken a little more seriously from here on in. Especially with a suspicion of glue ear, on top of many recent ear infections, and the constant ear 'itching' as she calls it.

Mouth: Night time - cough cough cough. Wake up.  Cry. Sleep. Cough cough cough. Sleep. Wake. Cry. Sleep. Wake. Yes she's always had sleep problems, but the more I think about it, the more I become convinced it's all linked. Ears, nose, throat, small canals/tubes, inflamed canals/tubes. Adenoids? Tonsils? Both? Neither? Who knows. Hopefully the new ENT.....

Nose: I swear G has not been able to breathe properly through her nose since she was born, especially at night. That coupled with a constant dripping tap of translucent nasal discharge and then there's also the suspected sleep apnoea .... that's a few more to add to the list for our new ENT consultant!

In other news.....G has achieved a several more gymnastics badges since I last blogged. As many of you know she has bags of energy, and gymnastics is the perfect release for her. In addition to the gym classes she's also started swimming lessons, which she adores. A perfect early Sunday morning activity for G and Daddy whilst mummy watches from the sideline with a cuppa :)

Not much else to report other than the fact that Grace wants to know when it will snow next as she had oodles of fun pelting Nanny and Grandan with snow balls.  She would also like any of you who are holding onto the last legs of Christmas to remove your decorations and lights. She's confused and doesn't appreciate the fact that mummy and daddy took hers down!

That's your lot for now....
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF OUR FRIENDS AND FOLLLWERS xx