I remember Sam being "ill" last Christmas but could only recall that we were doing large volumes of v-wording, without remembering the original cause. A quick search on the blog and there it was...a genuine case of same procedure as last year! No real illness, no nasty little bug flooring an otherwise eager-to-celebrate little dude...just a sensory/anxiety system in absolute turmoil at all the change to the usual, thrived-upon routine and a generous dose of Festivalisophobia (fear of Christmas). Not that we've exactly been partying it up, just attempted a low-key trip to a local botanical garden and a quick drive to the seaside, both which resulted in an epic fail. It's like the kid somehow senses that everything's a little busier, little noisier, a little crazier out there and his defensiveness goes into overdrive just thinking about it...and Sam+stress/anxiety=vomit...and lots of it! (Eeeeeewww, yes I know, totally gross). On Thursday I had a brief moment of excitement when a quick temp check showed a lowgrade fever but unfortunately it must have been purely a momentary strain on his system as another check minutes later showed a normal (well for Sam anyhow) temp again. As wharped as it may seem to be wishing your child ill, a simple once-off virus seemed easier to brave than a possibly recurring phobia of all things Christmas. Thankfully common sense set in (not a regular happening, I'll have you know) and after giving myself a mental slap through the face, I reprimanded myself for even entertaining the notion, be it just for a second, that having a poorly, feverish Sam would be better than simple, non-illness related vomit.
In all fairness, sleep deprivation can mar one's judgement and with the exception of one good night's rest last Thursday evening, Sam and I are both running on an average of about 2-3 hrs sleep a night. I kid you not! And that too was happening this time last year, Sam bodybashing himself so severely for hours on end that I eventually have to place pillows around him to prevent him from bruising himself with the incredibly forceful way with which he throws his little body around. The good thing about reminding myself that we did all this last year, is the reassurance that we will move passed all of this once everything returns to normal again. Normal? Bwaaahaha! I crack myself up sometimes!
We did have one truly awesome highlight to our festive season and it was THAT great that it by far overshadows all the not-so-great stuff. I have been corresponding for some time with an RTS mom who lives in another province with her family and their precious little 'Aines who is 4yrs old and also effected by Rubinstein-Taybi Syndrome. Little 'Aines and her family were holidaying in Cape Town and we had the privilege of spending the better part of one day with them. It was wonderful seeing all the similarities between Sam and 'Aines, although 'Aines is a perfectly-behaved little angel while Sam was in full fight-or-flight, arm-swinging-helicopter-style mode (Ai).
As at this very moment, we are about 36 hours vomit-free so lets just hope that we've seen the last of it for a while now. Being able to get out the house a little more often sure would be great too...so here's hoping xxx