I see you.
I see you in the same way others do…I see you in a way they don’t.
I see your physical beauty, your spiritual beauty…a spirit so pure and true.
I see YOU…some can’t….some won’t.
I see your sparkling eyes, your precious and enchanting smile.
I feel your joy, your love, your unconditional trust.
I am blessed and privileged to be the one who, for this while,
Will comfort you, believe in you and fight for what is just.
I see your strength, your passion, your infinite will to survive,
Through each and every trial, along a path that offers no rest.
Yet each new step is taken with an unremitting drive,
Determined to conquer each new struggle and every single test.
What if my earthly existence fails to conform to my plan ,
Without the time I desperately need to make sure you’ll be okay?
Although your strengths amaze us, there’s more to being Sam,
I see your vulnerability and it haunts me night and day.
I see who you are…I see who you’re not.
It’s a reality that simply cannot be forgot.
But through eyes tainted with awe, devotion and love,
Come three little words which encompass the above….
I see you,
I SEE you,
I see YOU!
Nicky de Beer:14/04/2011
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)
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Desperately Seeking Profound!
First, some catching up on pics.....
We didn't take many photo's while in Stilbaai last week but did manage to snap a few of the very first thing which caught Sam's attention....Ouma's piano! And of course, every time you walked past the piano or anywhere near it, that crooked little finger would gesture wildly at it.
The piano is somewhat different to Meghan's keyboard, which is what Sam is used to "playing" on, so it took a quick moment to familiarise himself with it and a little more concentration....."Mmmmm...let's see. Chopstix, okay, these two fingers go here...wait, wait...or is it.......?'
"Aaaahhh, finally figured it out and we're into full swing Chopstix!"
One of Barney's episodes does actually feature a boy and a girl playing Chopstix together and when you tell Sam to "play Chopstix" he automatically sticks those two little fingers out and pounds away at the keys.
The normal procedure for car travelling is that Meghan has to read and knock for Sam throughout most of the trip, however, Sam decided it was time to return the favour and read a story for Meghan on the way back from SB, while she slept.
With Sam still not doing much independant sitting and self-entertaining while we work on his SID, it has become remarkably difficult to keep him occupied during the day, not to mention trying to find even just a five/ten minute gap to make a bottle, throw some clothes in the washer, etc. So, with Sam's birthday only a month away, we opted for an early pressie which will, hopefully, provide some variety of entertainment until he's "okay" enough to be able to spend ten minutes playing while I do something. For now though, he is still quite frightened of anything remotely new or unfamiliar regardless of how many charming characters and exciting noises it makes, so he has to be re-introduced to his little Toy Story ride-on every time you put him in it...which is a little taxing, but eventually he relaxes enough to allow you to seat him on it and take him for a five minute walk around the house. We also bought him a little swing, as recommended by his OT, which we will be able to use both inside and outside of the house.
The ride-on happens to fit perfectly under the keyboard which is a bonus and provides a charming "pitstop" for our sitting room journeys.
Sam has, at last, had a haircut...or rather, something vaguely resembling a haircut. It had to be done in two shifts as he absolutely refuses to sit still, so the right side was done on Sunday evening and the left side on Monday evening. Yes, I know...rather weird, but it's all we can manage without making Sam upset to the point where he "v-word's". Thankfully (for once) we have what one might refer to as a low-key social life, so Sam sporting a lopsided haircut for a day was not all that distressful :)
On to the subject of sleeping. Our little man has decided to, again, combine two of his most exhausting traits together - the "v-word" and screaming himself to sleep. So, up until last night, we were back to Sam point blank refusing to go to sleep at night, regardless of how long I walked him for and sweet-talked him in an effort to try and keep him calm. The first challenge is that lately he refuses to be walked in a lying position, which means you need to hold him upright at a 45º angle to your chest with one arm, while supporting his back and neck with the other. The moment you try and edge him ever-so-slightly into a horizontal position, he starts crying. (I know what the normal first response would be - ear infection? But nope, his ears have been checked three times since he's adopted this new "sleep" position and they're perfect). Even though he only weighs 9.75kg's, this is quite a hold to maintain for whatever time period it takes for him to fall asleep, which can be anything between thirty to forty-five minutes, and is usually accompanied by him trying to push against you in an effort to avoid sleep, which then leads to me trying to shift his position, which leads to him screaming and v-wording and then screaming some more because we now have to wash him down and re-dress him, after which he will eventually cry himself to sleep.
Over the past few days though I have just placed him in his cot for his morning nap, instead of walking him and he has managed to actually fall asleep. So last night I tried the same thing with his bedtime and, although it took thirty-five minutes, he did eventually fall asleep. I thought WOOOOHOOOOO....we've overcome one major taboo in our household. But alas, come naptime this morning....he cried when I put him down in his cot, so I landed up doing the the 45º-walk-of-torture! And, if you put him in his cot and he disapproves, he simply trashes the place.......
...and finds it all too amusing!
We have OT again tomorrow morning so I will hopefully remember to mention the sleeping problem to her and ask for some advice.
I think Sam's being generally unsettled (for lack of a better word) at the moment is having a definite effect on my own emotional state of mind as I am sure it would for all moms, whether it be of typical kids or differently abled. I keep feeling like I am missing something, something of utmost importance which might have placed Sam in this sensory unstable place and might prevent him from coming back from it unless I can figure out what it is. A few days ago I took out some more books from the library written by parents of special needs kids and keep skimming the pages, desperately looking for some phrase....some profound piece of precious information....which might jump out at me and point me in the right direction of what it is I/Sam/we are lacking which could turn our lives around. It is so frustrating when I don't see that phrase, don't feel that startling jolt as something finally connects in this worn-out mind of mine and the light, at long last, goes on....and stays on!
Of course, being in South Africa, our resources here pale in comparison to our overseas RTS families and books on more common syndromes/disorders are limited and hopelessly out of date, not to even mention something as rare as RTS. So, I had to laugh at the one book I opened on Monday in which one of the first things the author warns about is relying on antiquated and obsolete books, etc and details her own frustration when purchasing a book on Cystic Fibrosis, only to find it had been published almost twenty years earlier. The very next thing I did was turn to the front of the book only to see that this very book had been published in 1990!
WAIT
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isa. 40:31
A pressing need, a burdened heart,
A longing in my soul that won’t depart-
My trouble burns as a brand upon my spiritual man,
But our all-knowing God has a plan.
I want, I pray, I beg- I plead,
My heart burdened with a Goliath need;
Our Lord knows- we surmise,
And our petitions He will not despise.
But God doesn’t answer right away,
Though with much expectation we pray.
"Wait" - our Master seems to say-
To a heart grieved day by day.
The wait is not in vain-
Giving hope amidst all our pain.
The Lord shall turn our loss into gain,
Though God’s ways we cannot explain.
~ Gene Griffin ~
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sometimes just missing having a life......
Once upon a time, many moons ago,
There lived a fair maiden, as fair maidens go.
Our maiden's life was carefree and jolly,
Filled with friends a many and just as much folly.
She'd lay for hours watching movies or reading books,
And had plenty of time to work on her looks.
She had time to exercise and take nice long showers,
To visit with friends or chat for hours.
There was time for relaxing and doing her nails,
And time to blowdry away those rat's tails.
Now, her days are filled with nappies and bottles and homework,
And enough sibling quarells to drive her berserk.
Her hairdryer and gym clothes are covered in dust,
Her hardly-used bicycle has started to rust.
Her showers now reserved to jumping swiftly in and out,
With very rarely more than two minutes under the spout.
Her house once spotless, all shiny and polished
Is now hopelessly neglected and scantily furnished.
Now, don't get me wrong...please make no mistake!
Without her family this maiden's heart would break.
They bring her a joy only a mother can know,
To the ends of the Earth for each of them she'd go.
But as much as she loves being a mother and wife,
Very occasionally she misses having a LIFE!
(Nicky de Beer : 13/02/2011)
There lived a fair maiden, as fair maidens go.
Our maiden's life was carefree and jolly,
Filled with friends a many and just as much folly.
She'd lay for hours watching movies or reading books,
And had plenty of time to work on her looks.
She had time to exercise and take nice long showers,
To visit with friends or chat for hours.
There was time for relaxing and doing her nails,
And time to blowdry away those rat's tails.
Now, her days are filled with nappies and bottles and homework,
And enough sibling quarells to drive her berserk.
Her hairdryer and gym clothes are covered in dust,
Her hardly-used bicycle has started to rust.
Her showers now reserved to jumping swiftly in and out,
With very rarely more than two minutes under the spout.
Her house once spotless, all shiny and polished
Is now hopelessly neglected and scantily furnished.
Now, don't get me wrong...please make no mistake!
Without her family this maiden's heart would break.
They bring her a joy only a mother can know,
To the ends of the Earth for each of them she'd go.
But as much as she loves being a mother and wife,
Very occasionally she misses having a LIFE!
(Nicky de Beer : 13/02/2011)
Friday, January 7, 2011
What a Beautiful Day!
We really had such a lovely, calm, boring.....almost "normal" (with the exception of one throw-up) day today. What did we do today? Absolutely nothing - Sam and I didn't set foot off the property once, but it was still a good day. Sam's demeanour has kind of improved over the last two days...well, from the pain point of view at least, but the heat is really making his life (and then obviously ours too) quite difficult. He still fought to go to sleep last night and then did the usual second-round waking as well, but after that he didn't sleep too bad at all - basically slept from about 10:20pm right through to 7:22am (yes, I really do watch the minutes...any time from 4:00am I expect to hear that little voice next to me).
Anyhow this morning I put him down in his cot once he'd fallen asleep on my shoulder just after 10:00am and one hour and forty-five minutes later he was STILL asleep. I thought "Oh My Word" and quickly rushed to the computer table to grab my camera because a daytime nap THAT long most certainly warrants a blog post. But, alas, by the time I got back to the bedroom less than 15 seconds later, this is what I found......
I mean, seriously, FIFTEEN SECONDS! Plenty of time for Sam to be in full swing smurfercising!
Still, today's temperature was a fair amount lower than yesterday's...although not quite as low as the 27ºC several of the weather channels/stations predicted (remind me again why we can't tackle our weather guru's for false information....). It was still wonderful to be able to really play with Sam for a bit without him being so totally miz and uncomfortable (his wound is obviously starting to itch like crazy because he goes into a frenzy-type squirmey-wormey the second you lay him on his back, which isn't helped by the heat) and then (let's hope Murph doesn't hear this and throw me a curve ball tomorrow) Sam went to sleep without shedding a tear this evening! That is just so W.O.W. for us at the moment. Granted, I will probably be walking him again within the next half hour or so, but hey...baby steps, one tear-free bedtime is good enough for me!
As for the rest of us, one more week left of school hols and Chris has already returned to work - wow, the time has really flown by. It still kinda feels like we're living parallel to the everyone else, having skipped out on the usual season's festivities but we received something so much more valuable than what you can put in fancy wrapping paper, decorate with a bow and put under the tree - a wonderfully safe and uncomplicated surgery for Sam. Okay, well I guess we could try the wrapping, bow and putting under the tree but I don't imagine our Smurf being TOO impressed with that. Oh yes, and the tree's been packed away already - perhaps next year.
The birds in our backyard are certainly having an extended festive season...they've pretty much devoured anything remotely edible that Chris has grown - plums, blackberries, tomatoes, avocado...they have absolutely NO diet restrictions here (dare I tell everyone that Chris put out an entire spongecake in the bird feeder for their "christmas lunch" - and then he wonders why they think we are a twenty-four hour, all-day buffet Backyard Cafe for birds???) Anyway, our grapevine in the front yard was growing so beautifully, so we were hoping that there was enough nourishment in the back for them to leave our grapes alone, but (again) alas....
From this.....
To this.....
You know what they say about birds....give a hand and they'll take an arm (Don't they? Well, if they don't...they should).
So, with all the goings on with Sam's op, I forgot to reveal the much anticipated gifts Meghan had accumulated for us for Christmas. Well, I was quite pleased to find that the pressie consisted of no embarrassing hi-jacked pieces of clothing (seeing as pressies were opened in from of Aunty Cammy and Uncle Damian), just a few hi-jacked ornaments though (bless her heart) and then an absolutely precious poem she had written.......
In case you cannot make the words out,
Anyhow this morning I put him down in his cot once he'd fallen asleep on my shoulder just after 10:00am and one hour and forty-five minutes later he was STILL asleep. I thought "Oh My Word" and quickly rushed to the computer table to grab my camera because a daytime nap THAT long most certainly warrants a blog post. But, alas, by the time I got back to the bedroom less than 15 seconds later, this is what I found......
I mean, seriously, FIFTEEN SECONDS! Plenty of time for Sam to be in full swing smurfercising!
Still, today's temperature was a fair amount lower than yesterday's...although not quite as low as the 27ºC several of the weather channels/stations predicted (remind me again why we can't tackle our weather guru's for false information....). It was still wonderful to be able to really play with Sam for a bit without him being so totally miz and uncomfortable (his wound is obviously starting to itch like crazy because he goes into a frenzy-type squirmey-wormey the second you lay him on his back, which isn't helped by the heat) and then (let's hope Murph doesn't hear this and throw me a curve ball tomorrow) Sam went to sleep without shedding a tear this evening! That is just so W.O.W. for us at the moment. Granted, I will probably be walking him again within the next half hour or so, but hey...baby steps, one tear-free bedtime is good enough for me!
As for the rest of us, one more week left of school hols and Chris has already returned to work - wow, the time has really flown by. It still kinda feels like we're living parallel to the everyone else, having skipped out on the usual season's festivities but we received something so much more valuable than what you can put in fancy wrapping paper, decorate with a bow and put under the tree - a wonderfully safe and uncomplicated surgery for Sam. Okay, well I guess we could try the wrapping, bow and putting under the tree but I don't imagine our Smurf being TOO impressed with that. Oh yes, and the tree's been packed away already - perhaps next year.
The birds in our backyard are certainly having an extended festive season...they've pretty much devoured anything remotely edible that Chris has grown - plums, blackberries, tomatoes, avocado...they have absolutely NO diet restrictions here (dare I tell everyone that Chris put out an entire spongecake in the bird feeder for their "christmas lunch" - and then he wonders why they think we are a twenty-four hour, all-day buffet Backyard Cafe for birds???) Anyway, our grapevine in the front yard was growing so beautifully, so we were hoping that there was enough nourishment in the back for them to leave our grapes alone, but (again) alas....
From this.....
To this.....
You know what they say about birds....give a hand and they'll take an arm (Don't they? Well, if they don't...they should).
So, with all the goings on with Sam's op, I forgot to reveal the much anticipated gifts Meghan had accumulated for us for Christmas. Well, I was quite pleased to find that the pressie consisted of no embarrassing hi-jacked pieces of clothing (seeing as pressies were opened in from of Aunty Cammy and Uncle Damian), just a few hi-jacked ornaments though (bless her heart) and then an absolutely precious poem she had written.......
In case you cannot make the words out,
Mom your the best
mom in the world. I
know its hard to
look after Sam who
is RTS and two
children that do
not listen but that
just proves you can
do anything your super mom.
know body would want a better
mom then you.
Writen by Meghan
We love you Meg!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Just to let you know
You have clouded our way with obstacles,
Have thrown at us all that you can,
And continue to hunt our souls,
Attempt to turn us away from the Creator of man.
And, yes...there are times when we falter, when we think yours is the easier way,
When our voices struggle to shout to you FROM GOD'S PATH WE WILL NOT STRAY.
Our enemies rise against us,
Blood rich with your enchanting darkness.
The constant battle begins to wear us down,
Fills our hearts with sadness.
But through the thoughts of worry and despair, a messenger delivers this verse
That reminds us to focus our thoughts on the heavenly and not the perverse.
"Whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable -
If anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things."
So we close our eyes and take a deep breath,
Knowing what lays ahead.
Then we say a prayer and stand up once again,
With a smile this time instead.
Now we'd hate for you to waste your time,
So thought it best just to let you know,
That our hearts are strong and our faith is our shield
And YOUR WAY WE WILL NOT GO!
(Nicky de Beer : 11/07/2010)
Have thrown at us all that you can,
And continue to hunt our souls,
Attempt to turn us away from the Creator of man.
And, yes...there are times when we falter, when we think yours is the easier way,
When our voices struggle to shout to you FROM GOD'S PATH WE WILL NOT STRAY.
Our enemies rise against us,
Blood rich with your enchanting darkness.
The constant battle begins to wear us down,
Fills our hearts with sadness.
But through the thoughts of worry and despair, a messenger delivers this verse
That reminds us to focus our thoughts on the heavenly and not the perverse.
"Whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable -
If anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things."
So we close our eyes and take a deep breath,
Knowing what lays ahead.
Then we say a prayer and stand up once again,
With a smile this time instead.
Now we'd hate for you to waste your time,
So thought it best just to let you know,
That our hearts are strong and our faith is our shield
And YOUR WAY WE WILL NOT GO!
(Nicky de Beer : 11/07/2010)
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