Sam. Conqueror. Overcomer.

On the 15th May 2009, Samuel Christian made his way into this world...two month's premature and in severe respiratory distress. Within hours, Sam was diagnosed with Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome - a very rare congenital disorder, of which little was known. The diagnosis together with the immediate challenges Sam faced to thrive became our core focus and it was with joy and thankfulness that we eventually brought Sam home, after nine weeks in the NICU.

As time pressed on, it became obvious that Sam's development was falling behind that of his RTS peers. Shortly before his 5th birthday Sam underwent a brain scan and it was confirmed by a paediatric neurologist that in addition to Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome, Sam also has Cerebral Palsy related to his premature birth, as well as Autism.

This blog chronicles our journey through these challenges...
Our world has crashed, been blown apart.
This can't be happening....why us? Why now?
Your fragile life shaken before it could barely start,
How do we get through this...please, Lord, tell us how?

Drowning in our sorrow, waiting for answers that just don't come.
Our baby "special needs"? It simply can't be true!
The heartache overwhelms us, we're left feeling cold and numb.
The diagnosis tells us little - these children are so few.

But then we finallyget to touch you, to see your precious face
And all the heartache and questions fade, replaced with love and pride.
It's obvious from the very start you're showered in God's grace,
And with His love and guidance, we'll take this challenge in stride.

When once we couldn't pronounce it, Rubinstein-Taybi's become our norm.
When once the future seemed dark, we now welcome the journey as having an RTS angel brings lessons in unexpected form.

Our world has crashed, been blown apart!
This IS us.....right now!
We've been blessed with a gift, so precious from the very start. How do we get through this? Here's how.....
By believing in a God, so merciful and great,
By trusting that He's right beside us as we journey through the narrow gate.
By believing His love for us is not determined by a human frame,
By trusting that we draw Him near by merely calling His name. This precious baby we asked God for,
Prayed he'd be perfect and complete.
And, as Samuel means "God hears", He's laid His answer at our feet.

(Nicky de Beer : 27/05/2010)

Monday, June 13, 2011

Okay, so I was wrong!

So, there's a whole new ailment bugging the form of a little RSV with a touch of pneumonia thrown in for that "Aaawwwhhhh" effect. Firstly, I'd like to say a hearty THANK YOU to our medical aid service provider (for fear of some kind of legal action I will refrain from outrightly revealing their name, but will tell you that there is a channel on DSTV with the same name - now I know our South African readers will follow) who, even though born with lung membrane disease and having a congenital disorder which makes him susceptible to respiratory disease, do not feel that Samuel is a candidate for another course of Synergis,which course consists of five/six injections costing approximately R10,000.00 EACH!!! So affordable for the average family off the street.

Secondly, I would like to thank whoever it is that is responsible for instilling the "Oh Woe Is Me" virus within Luke's system, which virus somehow interpreted me asking him to try and limit his presence in the living areas of the house in order to prevent him contaminating the rest of us with his RSV and bronchopneumonia, as a personal attack on his character and a completey unjustified attempt to punish him for some unknown reason and, thereore, rendered my request as completely invalid. So loving life with a teenager at the moment...thankfully we've only sixteen months left until we're done with this stage. Oh No! Hang on, he's male...better add another five years on to that! LOL! Only kidding - just a bit of tongue-in-cheek there, guys!

All jokes aside, Sammy is one sick little smurf. Dr B advised, with written instruction I might add (gotta love the guy) that should there be no improvement by Saturday afternoon we should rather take Sam through to be admitted. However, even though it appeared at numerous times as though Sam was actually getting worse, we decided to push through at home because with a little man whose sensory defensiveness is so severe that it effects even his gut, the trauma of a hospital stay can sometimes completely obliterate the benefits. I have resigned myself to a decision that, should there be no improvement by this evening, we should take him in to be admitted.

Oh, and have I mentioned the fun we'll be having in a couple of weeks time? Not? Well, here it goes....I am, so far, undergoing a tonsillectomy and a little procedure to re-shape the cartilage in my nose in the hope of trying to overcome what has effectively been an uninterrupted, sixteen-month-old battle with sinusitis and tonsilitis. I underwent a CAT scan this morning to determine whether I have something funky going on in my sinus cavities as well, which remedies will be added to the procedure. My ENT feels that having my tonsils out though is a must as they are making my whole system toxic. I was advised years ago (like about twelve or so, but whose counting) to have them taken out, but after hearing from a friend how extremely painful it was to have it done as an adult decided that a twenty-five year old woman having a tonsillectomy seemed far more inconvenient than a prolonged relationship with antibiotics. Now I am thirty-seven year old woman having a tonsillectomy and thinking what a jack@** I was!


  1. Sorry your little smurf is sick. Sounds like you have a plate full at the moment. I'm thinking of you and hoping everything gets better soon