I really hoped that I had managed to get around to blogging before now but in all honesty we’ve been too busy staying out of hospital and enjoying quality family time at home! I know, I can’t quite believe it either …Oli southampton.png

This summer has been so lovely and Oliver has been as good as gold. We’ve had frequent routine appointments but other than that we’ve spent our days either in the hot tub, playing or getting out and about. It’s been the first prolonged period of good health and progression with Oliver since he was born and we’ve not taken one moment for granted.

He’s turned into a little piglet and is now eating ‘proper food’- blended mash/veg/chicken daily and gobbling it up. Of course, there is still the odd cough/splutter but he’s actively chewing and moving food around his mouth which he just didn’t do for so long.

His swallow assessment lady (I know, ever technical with correct professional terms) has agreed to hold off on a video fluoroscopy for the time being too – woohoo! I’m definitely feeling hopeful. We now just have to get him to master drinking from a sippy cup as opposed to a bottle; fingers crossed it just clicks one day.

The standing frame has essentially been made redundant at the moment. He’s still in it occasionally but he isn’t so keen on his piedro boots. The standing frame was great but in a sense it’s quite restrictive; he gets quite bored and frustrated now because he just wants to be moving. Also, it requires far more effort from him to play in there as opposed to his chair so there’s probably a sneaky element of laziness there too.  oli eating

 

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Despite Oliver not being able to sit/stand/support himself I’ve often wondered whether if he was supported and the option for him to move his legs was there whether he might give it a whirl.  So, we spoke to his physiotherapist about a walker instead of the standing frame to see if it might encourage him.  She agreed and we’ve got an appointment at the beginning of October to go and see what one will be most suited to his needs. So excited – rock n’ roll lifestyle right here lads.

Medically we’re still in the same boat really. We had one abnormal result from his skin/muscle biopsy which has been referred to a mitochondrial team for further testing and analysis. Again, we’ve been given no definitive timescales nor information on what we can expect to come from it or what it may mean for Oliver’s prognosis. Shock, it’s another waiting game. He has a neurologist appointment in the near future so hopefully we may get some form of an answer or at least a plan going forward then.

 

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I won’t lie, despite our circumstance not essentially changing it still affects us when we receive news of any sort. I suppose we don’t know its significance or relevance yet, but it’s still ‘something’ for us to take on board and work into our considerations.

It resurfaces those horrible feelings of uncertainty and anxiety surrounding the unknown. It brings back those moments where the ‘what if/but’ questions endlessly intrude our minds. Although, we’re slowly developing and realising how important it is to allow ourselves the time to have those moments, those moments where we ‘lose it’ for a little while and then rationalise the situation and remember that still, we have no diagnosis, and that still, we don’t really know a great deal about Oliver’s illnesses. And, of course, to just take one look at him and see how well he has been doing and how happy he has been recently. God love him!

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Other than Oliver’s recent happenings, not a great deal has been going on. We’ve just been enjoying settling into our new home and getting back on the wedding planning train. What we had booked we ended up cancelling as it was just too much pressure and there was no way Oliver would’ve been comfortable. It was booked long before we had any idea of the extent of Oliver’s conditions and in hindsight pushing it back was wishful thinking.

So, we bit the bullet and cancelled. Initially, it was a weight off with everything else going on but then it sank in and we realised how much we do want to get married.  So, here we go again. It’s going to be very intimate, small and in our back garden with our nearest and dearest. Oliver has all of his creature comforts (ok, mainly the swing) and sharing our day with the people who have been there for us throughout everything is all we need.

Bring on the good times! (pretty please)

Oh, my darling boy. There is something so spectacularly precious about you I can’t even begin to find the words to describe it.

To describe your purity & kindness. Your delicate, loving nature and beautiful temperament.
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Your positive energy and determination astonishes me. You are truly extraordinary and I love you more than anything else in this entire world.  Parenting is everything I never expected. It’s a long haul, one of endurance and I’m with you, by your side every step of the way. I will never, ever stop wanting nor relentlessly persevering for the best for you.

Most days, we get through. Others, my mind whirls and I remember that I’ll probably never hear an ‘I love you Mummy’ leave your lips.

You may never have the ability to learn words to comfort me.  You can’t reciprocate nor initiate a warm embrace. But, a strategic shuffle to feel your arm across my neck as if you are holding me is working thus far.

I don’t need the physical appreciation. The deliberate hugs or kisses. Trying to bite my face off at any given opportunity is your thing and I’m fine with it. I’m learning that it will be enough; it has to be.

Although, sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes the burning desire for you to hold and cling on to me, to joke with me, to play with me becomes too much. Overwhelming in fact.

I know that you have bad days and I try my best to nurture you through them. We all do. However, the communication barrier and your inability to find comfort in our words is proving more challenging by the day.

I know when you’re unhappy and something’s bothering you. Despite your frustration being brazen, it kills me that you can’t tell me where it hurts or what you need.olive blog

I mean, I know that you need me, probably not as much as I need you, but you do need me. As a mother, as an advocate, as a carer. Trust me when I say I am trying my hardest to exceed expectations, I truly am, but it’s tough.

It was your birthday the other week and with it came an abundance of conflicting emotions. You were none the wiser. Of course you weren’t. You weren’t particularly fond of the heat and I’m almost certain a sneaky tooth was trying to break through, but you sure are loved ever so dearly by so many people. Whether you showed it or not, I know that you felt it. You felt that warmth and love; you felt safe.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t help but feel that pang that I try so hard to shut out. Every photo or video I took, every moment I stopped to take in I had the fleeting thought of ‘What if this is your last?’ ‘How many more birthdays are we going to get spend together?’ Ten, twenty? Two or three?

The words life limiting resound in my head almost constantly and I have the odd moment where the severity of everything you are going through wipes me out. It’s like my feet are gone from under me and I can’t muster the strength to rebalance.

Once one of those thoughts worm their way in they all do; they invade my rational mind and I despise them. I allow myself to panic briefly; to try and envisage a world without you and I can’t. All I see is emptiness. And it’s at that point that my true desperation to fix you unleashes and I cannot catch my breath.Oli bday 2 blog

Then, I look at you smiling so sweetly or sleeping so soundly and I manage to steady myself again. To absorb your innocence for a moment; to envy it. To allow it to nullify those dreadful, yet sadly, potentially realistic thoughts.

I must remind myself that you are unaware of so much. You don’t understand the world as others do and I’m starting to wonder whether there’s a reason for it. You don’t feel fear. You don’t know life any differently and you certainly have no idea just how handsome you are.

You are happy just the way you are. It’s enough for you.

I think know you are far too virtuous for this world and I am truly blessed and beyond privileged to have you as my son.

Happy Birthday Sweetpea; here’s to many more.