Isla was born with severe hip dysplasia. It's technically a 'birth defect', and for the first four months of her life she wore a brace, twenty-four hours a day. We called her our "little froggy" and all the adorable 0-4 month baby clothes we were gifted went unworn. Needless to say, her first bath was a long time coming. Anyway, when we were pregnant we were *this* close to delivering our baby in Grenada. After some discussion and advice from trusted local friends, we decided to come home to Chicago. We'll never know what Isla's birth story would have been if we had chose differently, but I do know that if her hip dysplasia had gone undiagnosed, the repercussions down the line could have been awful. It was a very good thing to be stateside and in a city where we could go to weekly appointments with a reputable pediatric orthopedic surgeon. I didn't mention any of this on the blog because it wasn't really relevant. And I swore this wouldn't be a baby blog (which, let's face it, it inevitably will be from time to time).
What does this have to do with anything, you ask? Well, when I wrote my post on essential oils and my little attempts to become 'greener' - one Facebook follower mentioned that all my flights back to Chicago negated any amount of 'green' I claimed (which, if you read the post, I didn't). Jet fuel, greenhouse gasses blah blah blah. Unfortunately, an unpleasant side effect of having a popular blog is the fact that every now and then I am judged, misinterpreted, attacked, scrutinized, and/or on the receiving end of others' insecurities. As they say: you win some, you lose some. I put myself out there and not everyone is smelling what I am stepping in. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes it stings, and almost always I am shocked at the assumptions people make. So I am here to remind you that before you judge, perhaps you should know that what I write on this blog is not always the whole story. Believe it or not, I actually keep some things to myself and while you might think you have all the information, you don't. I know I don't need to explain myself or my choices, but this visit home was an important one to track Isla's hip development. She got her third x-ray in eight months two days ago and, I'm happy to report, we've been given the all-clear. Her hips are finally in the 'normal' range and we don't need to come back for a follow-up until she is two. Phew.
So... while it might seem we fly willy-nilly to and from Chicago, it's not just to get my Dunkin Donut coffee fix and hit up the big box stores. Sorry ozone layer, I hope you'll accept my apology, but my daughter is worth far more than a carbon offset.