Sammy had a great holiday! He learned, much to our chagrin, the concept of "presents" and constantly asked, "More presents, yeah?" Such is life with doting grandparents, I suppose. :-)
He's becoming quite the talker - since my last post where I worried about the fact that he wasn't talking, he's now saying 8-10 word sentences on a regular basis. He seems to be a big fan of "I Spy" and even said to me today, "I spy with my little eye... something blue? Yeah?" And sure enough, there was a blue house, complete with (apparently) a "black cat who's sad... yeah...he crying". Who knows where this stuff comes from, but it's a heck of a lot of fun!
I've put off posting about it because, well, denial is such a happy place to live, but Sammy's pre-Fontan cath is February 7th. I think I'm dreading the pre-cath workup more than the cath itself. The thought of them drawing blood from him makes me dizzy. We have the pre-cath works on the 6th and the cath on the 7th, and they may or may not keep him overnight for observation. Then the next step is scheduling the Fontan, which from conversations with his cardiologist, looks to be May or June.
So, it'll be an interesting couple of months, but I'm looking forward to being done with all of this already, and I'm looking forward to a summer with Sammy without a surgery hanging over our heads. I'm grateful that he'll be young and hopefully won't remember any of it at all - I just hate that he's going to have to go through it and there's not a damn thing I can do to ease any of it for him. Blah.
I should end on a good note, right? How's this for some mama bragging: Sammy can name about 20 instruments and can name almost all of those simply on sound. He's practically got his own full orchestra, complete with the trumpet, clarinet and piano he got for the holidays. He loves music and strums his guitar while singing Dan Zanes' "Malti". He can count to fifteen (and understands the concept of numbers), knows all the major colors (blue, red, green, black, brown, white, pink, yellow, orange, purple), knows most of the basic shapes (square, circle, diamond, triangle) and understands most of the five senses and the body parts associated with them ("I hear with my ears! I smell with my nose!"). Not too shabby for a kid who's not even two, eh?
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Sammy is so cute! Yes, we LOVE Children's Hospital Boston! We are supposed to be headed back some time next month for cath and Glenn...yikes! I've bookmarked Sammy's page and will be checking back in on you all.
Posted by: Jessica Caperton at February 3, 2008 10:21 PMThinking of you and your beautiful boy.
Sending positive, healing energy your way.
Peace,
kath
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Sorry you've been feeling so anxious. I feel your pain. Carla had her Glenn this past August and I was a mess before hand. At least this will be the last surgery! He's going to do great and you will too. You are always in my prayers. Jen Wright.
Posted by: jen wright at January 18, 2008 6:39 PM