A surgery-free Xmas!

The big news for now is that Sam's surgery, tentatively scheduled for the 14th December, has been postponed until early-January. I say "big" news as opposed to "good" news because I am not entirely sure how I feel about the change of plan...it's really kind of bitter-sweet. I have to be honest and say that I've had an incredibly uneasy feeling about the upcoming surgery. Possibly because, as mentioned previously, it was scheduled to take place the day before year-end shutdown, not made any easier by the struggle to secure an anaesthetist we are 100% comfortable with but certainly also effected by the unexpectedly traumatic experience Sam's little RTS brother, Jesus, recently endured which had our RTS family all round the world glued to FB for a number of days, eagerly awaiting updates which would report that this little angel boy was finally out-of-the-woods and recovering.

That said, we were all looking forward to finally putting the whole testicle-in-limbo saga behind us. It does sound sort of amusing when I put it like that, but it has been somewhat of a challenging and trying episode. On the other hand, we cannot deny the relief of actually being able to make some sort of plans for Christmas this year as opposed to last year when Sam's TSC surgery took place on the 20th December. But on the other hand.........Yip, I'm still pretty unsure about how I feel about the change of plan...maybe if I blog a little longer, it'll become a little clearer.

And a catch-up via pics of what we've been up to over the past week......

We've put together a little "feely" bag for Sam seeing as he seemed to be showing a little less defensiveness in his hands. It has been invaluable having Meg participate in this because watching her have fun with things which Sam would normally shrink away from having contact with, has made it a little easier....

...although having these little balloons (normally an aboluste no-no for Sam) statically fixed to your hair is not really quite the same as having to touch them with your hands....

...but it still made for some fun play.

Meg had the genius idea of putting some of Sam's plastic numbers into the bean container and Sam was quite comfortable fishing them out.

Attentively listening to his big sister's instructions :)

The hand splint which Sam is supposed to wear every night has definitely not been shown any less defensiveness. In fact, it seems to have gotten worse. I though the most annoying problem was that he somehow managed to wangle his little hand out of the three velcro straps. Now when you put the splint on him, he has taken to banging his hand into the side of the cot until you remove the splint. So I decided to show him, with the help of his little stuffed friend, that it's really quite okay for a little smurf to have to wear the nighttime splint!

But this is basically the closest we got to a smurf-tolerated splinting!

One thing's for sure...this little blue guy ain't gonna have any trouble with camptodactyly any time soon.

Samuel is obsessed with his sister...the second she is within reaching distance of Sam he makes a beeline for her. On the upside, he has absolutely mastered his pulling himself up skills and can go from a kneeling position into a standing position in a flash. On the oops-side, Sam's version of "play" at this point consists purely of hair-pulling, pinching and grinding his forehead into hers. Meghan is, for the most part, super-tolerant as she knows that if he knew of another way to play and interact with her, he would. Sam's OT, Pippa, has suggested an afternoon therapy session in the near future with both Meg and Sam so that she can show Meg how to react when Sam approaches, as well as to suggest some sensory-fulfilling "games" for them to share.

Mischievous little grin :)

Sam loves watching himself in the mirror.

A super-sleepy bathtime...which ironically always seems to give him a second wind...

...and just a random pic!