So let’s tell you about the Fox family…
I’m Jo, I’m 31 and I have spastic diplegia cerebral palsy as a result of being born in distress 6 weeks early. I can walk unaided, but my balance and strength are affected, particularly on my left side and I suffer aches and pains from my neck down to my toes. Not much fun, but I’ve always managed.
Not always been sure of what I wanted from life, or what I’d be able to achieve. But I have always known I wanted someone to love me and have some beautiful babies.
Kev has been my world since we met, a little worse for wear, at 2am outside an 80s bar in January 2010. He is the very best person I know. He thought the first time we met that my scissor pattern staggering was just because I was drunk, bless him. Thankfully, he says he was too in love with me to care about the cerebral palsy by the time he realised it would inevitably impact on our life together.
We got married in September 2015. One dream down, I love the feeling of belonging with him. As pessimistic as it is, I think everyone with a disability worries on some level that they are unlovable. But I am living proof that this could never be true.
He has taken on lots more unofficial jobs without complaint.
- My physiotherapist
- My personal chef
- My personal chauffeur
- My cheerleader
- My chief massager of knots
- Chief clicker of my back and toe joints when they ache too much.
- My own personal bath hoist
- My sounding board
- My shoulder to cry on
I always knew I wanted to get married and have beautiful babies. Kev has always wanted at least 3 kids. We’ve negotiated this. We’re settling for 2 and a dog. And I can’t wait.
Kev is my strength and motivation. He says that he is always proud of how I get out of bed each day and face everything I have to. He doesn’t seem to know I’d never do any of it without him.
I love you with all my heart darlin’. Thank you for being you and for loving me.
Baby One makes three….
Imogen (affectionately known here as “Squidge”, because she is so damn cuddly) was born on December 21st, 2016, via an (eventual!) Caesarean section. She was a long wait, but she is without doubt the light of my life. I never knew I had it in me to love someone so small quite so much – it’s good to know I’m not made of stone!
She makes it worth every second I have hated being me, whether because of the frustrations of CP, or because I’m just a moody cow sometimes. I am made wonderful because I am her mummy.
Doesn’t mean I’m under any illusion that this is going to be easy, especially if the pregnancy and birth were anything to go by so please don’t judge me too harshly for the bad days I’ll moan about – we all have them.
Just look at her face. Everyone should have a Squidge.
Baby Too completes us….
Gabrielle (affectionately known as “Baby Too” because Squidge will always be my Baby One, but Gabrielle is my Baby “as well”) completed our family in August 2020.
I worried so much about whether the second baby I wanted so much was a good idea for a disabled mummy. But I can happily say that mere days after I first saw her face in the midst of this crazy pandemic, I cannot remember life before her. She was meant to be with us.
I cannot wait to enjoy this journey again.