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, December 19, 2011

Elvis has entered the building....and the family!

Nah! Just kidding!

So Pasty Smurf seems to be, albeit slowly, on the mend. He is still coughing and late this afternoon his cough was sounding very croup-like again. But thank goodness we have had no v-wording for two solid days now (and, No, I am not sending that out into the Universe as an invitation). I am so disappointed that, with all the chaos at last week's paed appointment when Dr B weighed Sam, I didn't even ask what his weight is now. I do remember that his height is now 84cm which is not too shabby at all because that's like a 3cm growth in about four/five months. Also, after showing Dr B how severely Sam's sensory defensiveness is at the moment,  Dr B did a delicate examination of where he thinks Sam's right teste is sitting and, although not 100% sure but pretty darn close, he thought he located it sitting much further out of Sam's groin area than we anticipated - almost kind of under Sam's hip bone. Anyway, Dr B is quite convinced that that little teste could definitely be causing Sam some discomfort, at best, if not pain with certain movements and positions. So, boy are we counting down anxiously until the 20th January to, hopefully, see the removal of the teste having a profound effect on Sam's SID.

On Sunday afternoon Sam seemed to be feeling a little better so we ventured out into the big, wide world...or more specifically down to Aunty Cammy's to meet the new addition to hers and Uncle D's family. So folks, meet Elvis....

...who loved playing with Sam's stacking rings almost as much as Sam does,

and had Sam beside himself with excitement.

Between Sam and Elvis, they kept Uncle D busy fishing the stacking rings out from under the couch.

Random pic of Sam and Dad

And please do note Dad's snazzy new haircut...cut and styled by moi! I'm thinking of opening my own little hair salon, Salon de Smurf...just as long as all the customers are only wanting military-style do's. Although I'm quite sure I could manage quite well with an emo-style cut (not even sure if there's even any cutting involved there) and have extensive experience with the haircutting of squirmey-wormey-type little people. I've asked Meg several times if I can't experiment a little on her hair too, but would you believe she's just simply refusing. Tsk Tsk.

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