Our little conqueror smurf is completely oblivious to what amazing events have being taking place all around him this week, except maybe as to why Mom was bawling all the way to OT after receiving a certain phone call. But who can blame him as, after a particularly fussy night on Tuesday ("fussy" meaning that instead of thrashing and rolling around every 20-30 minutes, he was thrashing and rolling around every 2-3 minutes) and a sudden refusal to drink or eat on Wednesday afternoon, our GP confirmed yesterday morning that Sam yet again has a red, bulging ear drum. (I am NOT even going to go there!) So, he's on a five day course of Orelox, which of course tastes simply smashing, until his ENT appointment on Tuesday, which ENT appoinment will undoubtedly lead to grommets...soon! My initial "plan" was to try and stretch the grommets procedure until the 14th December, for which his surgery to take care of that little right testicle was originally scheduled, in order to avoid two anaesthetics so close together. But there goes that plan out the window with the testicle surgery now been moved to Jan. Now we're still facing two anaesthetics so close to each other. *sigh*
Perhaps Sam HAS picked up on all the good things happening around him, as he has certainly become more verbal lately...as if to say "See, I'm doing my part too!". At last week's speech session, Sam thoroughly enjoyed some mirror-time, so I found a loose mirror we had lying around (Uhhmmm...if swiping it out of Meghan's room could be considered loose) and have placed it in Sam's little play area and he spends ages on his knees in front of it doing all sorts of things like different assortments of hand-clapping, some drumsticking on it (there just had to be tapping/knocking somewhere) and even some self-awareness exploration like touching his own face, then his head, then his knees...he even pulled his own hair yesterday! (Told you those little fingers have a mind of their own). It's probably been one of the most worthwhile additions to his toy collection - who woulda figured?
We've yet to receive any news from SARS as to whether they do indeed agree that RTS is an actual disability, making me wonder if perhaps they've decided otherwise. In light of this I wondered to myself if perhaps we are not the ignorant party, so sat Sam down last night and decided it was time to get down to the crux of the matter. I said, "Sam, apparently SARS is under the impression that you are faking a disability. So, scadaddle your little rear-end off this bed, march down the passage to go ask your dad to make you a sarmie while I quickly get rid of all the accessories, meds, books and other tools we've accumulated in lieu of your supposed special needs."
Anyway, I've gotta run...we're off to SARS quickly! I'm going to ask them to take a quick look in Sam's ears for me...what with them being such profound medical experts I am sure they can tell me whether there's any improvement!
In closing, some pics!
Sam refining his DJ skills...for whatever reason, he loves spinning the discs around in their covers!
(No, we don't expect these cd's to be readable for much longer!)
Having a chat to Dad!
Sam bringing new meaning to the term "parallel play"