The Beginning..
I’m going to start right at the beginning... My Mum (Jules) and Dad (Barry) had 3 healthy boys, Phillip, Adam and Neil. My mum really wanted a little girl, so they tried lots of different ‘old wives tales’ to try and have a baby girl. In July 1990, my mum found out she was pregnant with me. Due to being a pickle in the womb, they were never really able to tell my sex, or see any abnormalities. On April 29th 1991, I was born. My mum had a very difficult birth with me, as I came out bum first with my legs up to my head and my arms wrapped around them, medically known as posterior flexed breech position. I had slight difficulties breathing when I was first born, but the main thing that was noticed is that my lower jaw was set back quite far. This was when I was diagnosed with Pierre Robin Syndrome. (You can find out more about this in another post). As my lower jaw did not form properly, my upper airway was unable to grow. Which meant th...