Old Age

I often feel old these days.

Let’s face it, I’ve always been a bit of an old fuddy-duddy, but lately it seems to be catching up with me physically. I’m not as flexible as I used to be. Hubby laughs at me when I get up off the sofa and have to hobble for a few paces before I can straighten up fully.

I can still race after Pudding when I need to. Other parents will attest to that after seeing me go from 0-60 in two seconds when he’s about to head out the playground gate. But some days it’s an effort.

I turned 40 while I was pregnant with Pudding, and do wonder if I’d find it easier in a younger body. Lack of sleep really does me in – even nights when I’m only vaguely aware of him chatting can leave me exhausted the next day. And bruises I get from him last for weeks.

You might think that with age comes more experience, conferring an advantage in the particular battles involved in raising a child with special needs. But I’m privileged to know a number of younger MPS mums who are doing a bloody marvellous job at just that (waves hello – you know who you are!).

Of course I’ve often wondered if my age is actually the reason for Pudding having MPS. Hunter Syndrome is the only x-linked version of MPS. This means it is passed down on the ‘x’ chromosone from the mother only. I don’t have the gene deletion on my own DNA so Pudding’s case is from a spontaneous mutuation.

Of course I was aware as my single, non-childbearing years continued to pass that my fertility was declining. The ‘cliff-edge’ diagrams and comments about ‘selfish women wanting to delay children due to their careers’ are thrown at you by the media. The link between older mothers and increased likelihood of having a child with Downs Syndrome is well documented and I was prepared for that outcome when I was pregnant. But I’ve never actually dared to ask the question about a similar link in MPS – whether a spontaneous mutation is more likely as the mother’s age increases. I don’t think I really want to know the answer. It’s done now. I can’t change what’s happened. I always expected to have children much earlier but never met the right man until Hubby.

My worry now is for the future. As we age, what will happen to Pudding? Who will care for him and see that he is well looked after? With new treatments becoming available maybe he will beat the odds and kick MPS in the butt. But if he makes it to 30 years old, I’ll be 70. Current attitudes to disability and long-term care available in this country don’t exactly fill me with optimism.

Sometimes the thought of losing him earlier is less scary.

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