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24, Sep, 2009

Thursday 24th September 2009


Our lives in the Kaipara are starting to unravel as we pack up, and say goodbye.  The house has almost been emptied.  Our belongings are packed into many boxes.  As we clear each room I feel sad, and they echo with the emptiness.  Both Sam and Rory have had a farewell at school, and today I cleared out Sam's desk.  I thanked his teacher Mrs Vallance for taking him under her wing for the last six months, making sure he was ok.  Sam has very much enjoyed being in Mrs Vallance's class.  I know Sam will miss his large group of mates, in particular Conor, Matai, Jacob, Viv, Dylan, Kurt, Johnny, and Hoani.  I know Rory wishes almost every day he could be back with best mates Kody and Korie, and able to spend time with friends Zac, Hugo, Piet and Ethan.  Rory is also fond of a girl in his class, Rebecca, and today he made a card to say goodbye to her.  I thought this was a sweet thing to do. 

Sean and I made a mad dash to Whangarei Hospital last night with Rory.  He continues to have a runny nose and a cough.  I think the mucous from the cold is running down the back of his throat causing the cough, and once he starts it is difficult to stop.  The ng tube makes it even harder.  Last night before bed Rory coughed so hard he threw up.  We have to hold the ng tube where it exits his nose when he coughs hard or throws up so the entire tube isn't expelled.  We all live in fear of having to get the ng tube replaced.  At 11.30pm last night Rory woke up and was coughing so hard he couldn't breath, it was almost like he had asthma.  Sean and I were fairly worried so we threw a bag together and headed over to Whangarei Hospital.  We spent two hours there (1-3am) while the Doctor examined Rory.  She said apart from an inflamed throat his lungs, throat and ears are clear.  She took a throat swab, and gave him an antibiotic as a precaution.  It was a very wet night but had dried a bit on the return trip - it was only raining at Waihue!  Sean tried hard to avoid the frogs on the road.  After around two hours sleep Rory was up again at 6am.  Sean and I weren't so enthusiastic.  It was just as well Sam stayed the night at Matai's.  I don't think he would have been very thrilled with our midnight adventure. 

Sean and I went to Dargaville Primary this morning to watch Sam play in the DPS soccer team for the challenge against Selwyn Park Primary.  It was a bit of a free-for-all on the field with 12 on each side.  It reminded me of a pinball machine.  Dargaville won 3-0.  Rory's class came outside to watch the game and they were more interested in being with Rory, swarming around him like a mass of bees on the sideline.  There is something wonderful about observing Rory with his class.  They continue to see him, accept him, value him, and care for him.  The response we get from strangers, particularly adults, is not always so favourable.  They have much to learn from the special children in Room 3. 

In class today Sam wrote a similie and metaphor poem about Rory.  I was pretty impressed. 


He is as cheeky as a monkey

He is a boxer fighting off any virus that comes his way

He is a sparrow that hardly eats anything

He is like a lion that never gives in

He is my brother