"...conquer verb defeat, beat, vanquish, triumph over, overcome, overwhelm, overpower, overthrow, subdue, subjugate, get the better of, control, master, deal with, cope with, rise above"
If you look at what the word "conquer"means it would be fair to state that, at the moment, there is not a whole lot of conquering going on in Smurfville...especially where illness is concerned.
Sam has, as I suspected, tonsillitis again. He is on yet another course of antibiotics, Orelox. The only upside of the Orelox is that it tastes hardly as horrid as the Augmentyn, so hopefully Sam will manage the entire course as opposed to the despairing percentage of Augmentyn he actually managed to ingest with the last tonsillitis. Although I say this with fingers crossed because just minutes earlier, he threw up his entire dose of Zithromax. Trying to remember what needs to be given and when has been a little challenging today as Sam needs the two doses of Orelox, two doses of probiotics and one dose of Zithromax (in addition to all his other "normal" meds) and the first lot cannot be given within two hours of each other.
On the lighter side....when getting Sam ready for his doctor's appointment yesterday I removed his nappy, grabbed the urine sample container and "sternly"instructed him to "wee" so that I could take a sample with...of course not in the least bit expecting Sam to obey. Low-and-behold, Sam grabbed his urine-expelling body part and promptly wee'd....all over himself, his hands, the bed...but also into the container (which my aiming assistance of course). The incident had Chris and I in handclapping squeals of amusement, it was just so funny - as if Sam had genuinely understood and, more outrageous (taking his exceptionally strong will into consideration), obeyed! This morning, when I put Sam down to change his nappy I noticed it was fairly dry...but as I removed it Sam again guided his hands to THAT part of his body and proceeded to wee and then, while I stood there deciding whether to laugh or moan, looked at me as if to say "And now? Where's the handclapping and laughter?" So I obliged, clapped my hands half-heartedly and smiled while grabbing every towel within my grasp to clean up yet another mess.
A couple of hours later, when again changing Sam, the exact same thing happened...although this time with a little less enthusiasm from my side, if the truth be told. Can you believe the little smurf? Sometimes he's just too clever for his own good...and mine :) Gosh, imagine what an awesome potty-training opportunity this would have been if Sam was walking!
Sharing the journey of Sam the Conqueror, a medically-complex, differently-abled warrior whose precious spirit refuses to surrender to the limits imposed on him by his multiple diagnoses : Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome, Cerebral Palsy (Periventricular Leukomalacia and Static Leukoencephalopathy) and Epilepsy.
Sam. Conqueror. Overcomer.
"IN ALL THINGS WE ARE MORE THAN CONQUERORS THROUGH HIM WHO LOVES US : Samuel was born on 15th May 2009, two months early and in respiratory distress. After an initial Apgar score of 1, he was taken to the NICU and placed on a ventilator, together with an undeterminable amount of tubes, IV’s and monitors which made it almost impossible to see the little Smurfie character lying within…slightly blue and only three apples high. Sam was diagnosed within 24 hours with Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome, a scarce medical advantage as, due to the rare occurrence of the Syndrome and the limited medical literature on it, many individuals are only diagnosed well into adulthood and some never at all. The page-long list of medical/health issues related to the syndrome, while vital in providing a prognosis and compiling a care plan, took a backseat, however, as Sam’s struggle to breathe and swallow became the primary focus of our concerns and prayers, deepened only by the heartache of not being allowed to hold and comfort him for the first ten days of his already traumatic life. After seven weeks Sam was successfully weaned from the oxygen but was still dependent on a nasal gastric tube for feeding, with which he was eventually discharged.
Once home, what should have been a precious time to recover from the stress of the NICU and enjoy a relaxed and cherished time together, instead became a seemingly-endless timeline of specialist appointments, therapies, illnesses and surgeries as that page-long list of medical complexities came into play, affecting every part of Sam…physically, neurologically, medically and emotionally. Yet, despite these challenges and an “ineducable” future being predicted when his prognosis was delivered, Sam showed a delightful potential and eagerness for learning. Unfortunately though, this learning potential seemed limited to his cognitive abilities as, physically, Sam’s development lagged significantly behind that of his RTS peers. A week before his 5th birthday a brain MRI confirmed that, in addition to the RTS, Sam also has Periventricular Leukomalacia and Static Leukoencephalopathy (included under the umbrella diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy), which would more than likely have occurred as a result of the oxygen deprivation experienced leading up to and/or during his birth.
Thirteen years later and with a number of surgeries and medical procedures which appear to be in fierce competition for their own “page-long list” (which surgeries and their subsequent recoveries have left Sam to face his day-to-day life with a residue of unshakeable anxieties and phobias), the boy you meet face-to-face…with his cheeky sense of humour, unfathomable joy and fierce warrior spirit…make it almost impossible to believe that that disheartening brain MRI and poor medical prognosis are of the same kid. As we begin to navigate this journey with a newly aged differently-abled teenager, leaving behind the little smurf whose fears and discomforts could so easily be remedied with a cuddle on mom’s lap, the anxiety of more surgeries and medical challenges now compounded by the universal fear of every differently-abled child’s parent/s (who will take care of their child once their own time here is gone) threatens to become overwhelming. But then the excitement of a horseriding lesson, the sheer delight of spotting a balloon (especially a hot air balloon) or a super silly giggle caused by simply hearing someone sneeze provides a beautiful reminder of the profound joy and courage these children radiate, despite their overwhelming challenges, and it provides the perfect encouragement and inspiration for facing your own. #samtheconqueror
SAMUEL - COMPLETE IN GOD
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 happening....to 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)
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 happening....to 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)
Friday, March 16, 2012
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Can you get a potty for his room or wherever you change his diaper most? Then if he gives the signal, you could put him on it? I know he's not walking, but it seems to precious to ignore his signs that he knows what's going on...
ReplyDeleteYou know, I bet he'd be ok with a small trainer potty... I started putting Stephen on one before he could walk (so I guess around 19 months or so?) because I was tired of him toileting in the bathtub (every. single. time.). He was actually trained fully around 3.5 years. I'm sorry poor Sam is sick again. That stinks.
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