...we've had two speech therapies; one occupation therapy; one very tearful and tantrum-filled physiotherapy; Meghan's school Christmas concert (which had been performed for us as at home several times by then); attended an awesome Saturday morning breakfast at our church blessed with an equally awesome message about clay pots; attended a surprisingly undisturbed sermon the following morning with the help of some chocolate (Yes, at 9:30am); had two ENT consultations - one for myself and one for Sam where it was found that Sam once again has fluid in his ears; spent several days (yet again) filled with frustration as to why grommets/tubes were not inserted into Sam's ear when he happened to be in a hospital; in a theatre, under anaesthetic, accompanied by a letter from another specialist explaining the extensive problems Sam had had with his ears over the previous four months, surrounded by both the necessary equipment as well as the necessary specialist having another ENT procedure; had an appointment with Sam's urologist; tentatively scheduled the removal of the right testicle for the week of 12 - 15 December; realised that if Sam's ears don't clear up by then and grommets need to be inserted shortly, he will be having two anaesthetics barely a month apart; spent another couple of days moping about why it seems to be impossible to simply choose just ONE hospital and take it for granted that EACH AND EVERY specialist there will attend to your child with an equal balance of professionalism, expertise and (last but certainly not least) a comforting degree of compassion and consideration; then spent several hours appreciating how blessed we are that, despite not being able to co-ordinate all Sam's surgeries or even follow-up appointments, we have managed to find some of the most professional, expert, compassionate and considerate specialists available here; attempted to update this blog a minimum of five times; deleted a minimum of five draft posts due to the content thereof becoming irrelevant in the time it took to actually publish; spent several hours hunting down the latest craze in Meghan's clique being "teachers pets" (awesome littly fuzzy creatures with teeny weeny little booklets inside on all sorts of things like learning how to draw, magic tricks, jokes, etc); bought yet another new pram for Sam in the hope that this one will indeed meet Sam's sensory defensive requirements; had a GP visit for Meg who is fighting a particularly troublesome URTI; discovered the Talking Tom iPad app; spent several hours watching Sam grow addicted to the Talking Tom iPad app and all this without taking into account the time it took to give Sam 70 odd bottles, change close to 100 nappies, spend a minimum of fourteen hours putting Sam to sleep, 21 hours feeding him his porridge/food and all the other trivial tasks like stimulating play, sensory brushing, bottle-washing, formula making, supper making, etc.
Phew....now I don't feel so bad about not having updated his blog in fourteen days :-D
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