In between jumping, Sam still likes making some time for "walking". It's really quite amusing to see how he automatically lifts his foot when going up a step, without anyone having taught him this. He also uses the same stepping when trying to walk over "Kitty" - poor thing, when he's not trying to simply walk straight over her, he tries to (purposely) stand on her whip-lashing tail.
Well, today certainly started off a bit better than yesterday but by this afternoon Sam was as ratty as anything. I honestly think that a large part of his whinginess is just pure frustration at not being able to be more independant and mobile but, in fairness, there's definitely something else bothering him as well, whether it be his tummy or teeth or the onset of illness. What made our morning quite special though was that at the end of this morning's service, our Minister asked Chris, Sam and I to join him at the front of the church while the congregation prayed for Sam. I don't think I could ever adequately express in words how completely uplifting it is to know that there are so many praying for us and how blessed we are to be part of such a caring and supportive christian family. As always...there has to be a "Sam-spin" on this story - I was holding Sam in my right arm facing me, while Johan stood behind me slightly to my left and as Johan started praying (and yes my eyes should have been closed, but I don't get to do ANYTHING with closed eyes anymore...not even sleep), Sam lifted his right hand in his crooked-type-pointing gesture and seemed to be reaching out to Johan, as if to acknowledge what Johan was saying. And at least we were spared the screaming he subjected us to the last time he was in front of the church, when he was baptised.
Only eight more sleeps till our next appointment with Prof F. I have definitely made peace with the fact that Sam IS going to have the TSC surgery and that it IS definitely in Sam's best interest to do it now before he suffers any further bladder or neurological damage but still have the occasional, momentary lapse of reason like this afternoon when while changing Sam's nappy he promptly showered both himself and my bed (sorry for the graphics) in a pretty impressive fountain of wee and the thought that maybe his bladder's repairing itself somehow quickly flashed through my mind. But by bathtime we were back to his normal dribbling :)