I’ve made a conscious decision not to write about the froglets progress on a weekly or monthly basis, that’s not to say I’m not going to write about him, I am, he’s our little miracle baby and at the moment my days revolve around him.

I’ll write more about milestones and firsts and things we get up to as and when they happen, rather than in regular posts.

Last week found us with a couple of appointments. First we had our 6 week check (6 weeks, still can’t believe it’s gone that quickly) and the froglet had his hip scan.

At the beginning of the week, still not used to how long it takes to get out of the house with a baby, yes still! I rushed to get ready and get to the doctors, only to turn up an hour early! I am putting this down to duff info when I made the appointment rather than baby brain. Honest!

After going home and turning up at the correct time we saw the nurse and then the doctor.

I had bloods taken. I didn’t have a blood transfusion, how I avoided that I’ll never know, but I’ve been taking iron tablets ever since, so they needed to check whatever they check with these things to see if I can finally stop taking them.

Then it was the Froglets turn. He was weighed and measured. He’s put on weight again and the doctor said he was doing all of the things he was expecting to see at this stage, which I was so pleased about.

A couple of days later was the other appointment for the week.

Somehow, even though I was taken to theatre initially because he was back to back, he completely turned himself and was born as a breech baby, meaning he needed a scan of his hips.

This was the first appointment we have in relation to his birth so I was a little apprehensive. We still aren’t sure if there will be any lasting and long term issues.

The froglet was very good during the scan, even though he had to get naked for the second time that day!

The right hip was scanned with a quick statement of it being fine.

Then it was the left hips turn.

This took longer than the first. The consultant asked us how old he was and I’ll be honest I started to panic, the longer the scan went on the more worried I was becoming.

She took measurements and scanned some more and then moved the ultrasound and took more measurements.

I avoided all eye contact with Mr C. I knew if I saw the slightest hint of worry in his face my panic would rise.

Eventually, after what seemed like a very long time, she told us that everything looked fine and there were no problems!

Phew!

For now, all is well.