Worry Wart!

Today was Kaitlyn and Bradley's first gymnastics class!!

Excitement was pretty high in our house this morning. Kaitlyn was dressed and ready by 7:30am-class starts at 10am...

Last night while talking to mum and sharing our excitement with her I jokingly said "don't worry, Bradley will be the first one in hospital"
Bradley's quite a clumsy one at times.

After his little scare and trip to Perth a couple weeks ago and discovering the new heart condition I must admit I was a little nervous.

Time and time again the Drs have told us not to restrict anything in Bradley's life. He's allowed to run, jump, rugby tackle his friends and fly through the air on a trapeze.

And I've let him.

The first day back at school after discovering the vasovagal (2nd heart condition) he came home and the first thing he said to me was "I fell off the bridge today mum"

So there have never been any restrictions on what I will or won't let him do.

But that still doesn't stop me from worrying.

I worry that he will fall at gymnastics, that he will break a bone or twist his ankle. That he will experience any kind of trauma or stress to his body. It's a scary thought sometimes.

Even though I worry I still let Bradley live his life, I still signed him up for gymnastics and watched him climb a ladder halfway to the roof, I watched him climb up and jump off a gigantic blow up thing, I watched as he balanced his way across a fairly tall (almost chest height to me) balance beam.

The way the Dr described the condition to me is that if it worsens over time and Bradley experiences stress or significant trauma his heart could stop. But it doesn't stop me from letting my kids live their life. I don't want Bradley to be afraid to live his life because of what MIGHT happen-chances are his heart will never get that bad.

But I'm his mum. So yeah. I worry. It's my job to worry.