Sam did not have a good night though, lots of chokey-apnoea's and a little bit of fluid draining out of his ear so trying to put the whole tonsillectomy thing off any longer just seems senseless. That's unless Dr V is suddenly struck by an awesome revelation concerning a Plan B. It could happen, right? The only consolation, or so I thought, of doing the tonsillectomy sooner than later was that I was hoping to bring in a dentist who could have a look at Sam's teeth while he was under anaesthetic, because there is absolutely zero chance that he would tolerate a normal dentist's consultation. Over the past couple of months, Sam's teeth seem to have suddenly weakened and the one front tooth is almost chipped right down to the root, just from him chewing on his plastic toys, etc. I've been told that its more than likely due to the acid reflux which is slowly eroding his teeth, so I've been quite desperate to find out what we can do to avoid further deterioration. But as Murph would have it, there is not a single dentist at Vincent Pallotti! Very frustrating. So now we'll have to wait until Sam's foot surgery takes place in Aug/September as it's been done at a different hospital which, thankfully, has a dentist or two practising there.
Pushing illness aside for a minute (if only!) Smurf is sporting a new haircut. Nothing fancy, the usual close cut. It would be really great to see Sam with a super cool little boy's style, but for now we have to opt for what takes the least amount of time and attracts the least amount of vomit!
Sam loves using dad's beard as a scratching board - nothing like a little smurf who does his own sensory brushing!
Sam and Fievel - possibly separated at birth???
Since the beginning of OT, Sam's therapists have tried, always unsuccessfully, to get Sam to crawl through little play tunnels or even just to go inside a little play tent but Sam just freaks out every time and usually retreats into defense mode. Yesterday morning at speech therapy, Tanya had as usual set up different play areas in the room, one of which was this little tent. While busy on another activity, before even attempting the tent, Sam suddenly crawled over and without a second's hesitation crawled inside to play. He stayed there for a while, crawled out and then crawled back in again...it was really quite amusing.
How much you want to wager that I'll go bragging at OT next week and then Sam will point-blank refuse to do it there?
So the school holiday has officially begun...barely a half hour ago - it would be amazing if it wasn't almost entirely spent filled with illness and doctors' rooms and the likes, but I know we are not alone, even if it does turn out that way. Many of Sam's RTS siblings, some of them thousands of kilometres away, are battling with illness at the moment. In a warped kind of way, it's almost reassuring - just a few days ago I was quite determined that we needed to sell our house and move into a small little flat or townhouse somewhere, free of animals and gardens and with the absolute bare minimum furniture, appliances, etc to ensure as little chance as possible of Sam being exposed to allergens or germs or anything really. It's almost impossible not to wonder whether you're contributing, albeit unknowingly, to the problem...but with there being no guarantee that it would remedy Sam's immune issues at the moment, it does seem a little drastic....for now at least. Can't promise there won't be a For Sale sign on our front lawn next time a new ailment does the rounds!