Happy Father's Day - "3 Years"
3 Years - Happy Father's Day
by Jessika Van Spronsen
Yesterday marked a huge day here in the Van Spronsen house. Yesterday, the 14th of June is exactly 3 years since our Jonah has been home!! What an amazing 3 years it has been!
When he was born, they didn't know if he would live through the night, and he did, then they told us he would be home in 3 weeks, but he wasn't. It was touch and go for so long! Wow! 3 years!! Where has the time gone?
Jonah has never been hospitalized in 3 years for an illness, which is very rare for all kids who have di-george AND a tracheotomy! He has learned how to do something they said he never would--walk. He has learned to speak, another feat they said he would never do. Albeit it is with his hands, but--he did it! He is getting so much wiser as the days go by. He now has a special machine called a 'Tango' that he uses to communicate with. Once on, this machine works as fast as Jonah's mind does, and allows him to communicate up to thousands of phrases and words, he can even speak like SpongeBob Squarepants if he wants to!
What has 3 years meant to all of you? To us, it has meant family togetherness, overcoming MANY obstacles, and living to tell the tale. A huge commitment of love, dedication and trust in the Almighty that everything was going as planned. Some days there are glitches, but most days there are many humourous stories to tell about. God is good, and He sure knew what He was doing when He gave us this special little bundle to take home.
I can remember the day like it was yesterday, bathing him in the morning, dressing him in 'going home clothes' which consisted of a long sleeve button up collard shirt that was blue, a pair of beige pants, a pair of beige socks, and beige SHOES!! The first time ever he had worn shoes!! And a matching knitted sweater vest! Man was he sharp looking!
I gathered up the remained of his blankets and toys, and held my son before gently placing him into the nurses arms to say goodbye. We stood there for about an hour crying on the fifth floor, taking in the fact that HE WAS ACTUALLY GOING HOME!!! Then it was down to the 3rd floor where it had all started, we were so excited!! We cried there as well.
Then we left the hospital, all 3 of us, our little family. Jonah's first time ever going outside. The air was beautiful, it was 19 degrees, and he was taking in everything.
We headed home for a HUGE surprise for Nana. We headed straight through to Lindsay, where we were supposed to go for dinner that night. We had kept it a secret that Jonah was coming home to Nana.
When she opened the door, there he was, and she gathered him in her arms, and has yet to let him go.
She thought we had finally had enough and signed him out of the hospital Against Medical Advice (AMA). Haha!!
Oh what a day. That night, I tucked my son into HIS OWN CRIB, IN HIS OWN ROOM, WITH HIS OWN BLANKETS, IN OUR HOUSE!!! What a memory that will always be!! The rest is history, but not only has each day of the last 3 enriched our lives, it has given us such a cool perspective on what life really is all about!! It isn't about the possessions you have, or the money you have, it's about the richness you have in family. It's about cherishing each day you have your family home with you, healthy, laughing and playing. I think that is pretty cool!!
Jessika, George, Jonah and Samsun!!xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
by Jessika Van Spronsen
Yesterday marked a huge day here in the Van Spronsen house. Yesterday, the 14th of June is exactly 3 years since our Jonah has been home!! What an amazing 3 years it has been!
When he was born, they didn't know if he would live through the night, and he did, then they told us he would be home in 3 weeks, but he wasn't. It was touch and go for so long! Wow! 3 years!! Where has the time gone?
Jonah has never been hospitalized in 3 years for an illness, which is very rare for all kids who have di-george AND a tracheotomy! He has learned how to do something they said he never would--walk. He has learned to speak, another feat they said he would never do. Albeit it is with his hands, but--he did it! He is getting so much wiser as the days go by. He now has a special machine called a 'Tango' that he uses to communicate with. Once on, this machine works as fast as Jonah's mind does, and allows him to communicate up to thousands of phrases and words, he can even speak like SpongeBob Squarepants if he wants to!
What has 3 years meant to all of you? To us, it has meant family togetherness, overcoming MANY obstacles, and living to tell the tale. A huge commitment of love, dedication and trust in the Almighty that everything was going as planned. Some days there are glitches, but most days there are many humourous stories to tell about. God is good, and He sure knew what He was doing when He gave us this special little bundle to take home.
I can remember the day like it was yesterday, bathing him in the morning, dressing him in 'going home clothes' which consisted of a long sleeve button up collard shirt that was blue, a pair of beige pants, a pair of beige socks, and beige SHOES!! The first time ever he had worn shoes!! And a matching knitted sweater vest! Man was he sharp looking!
I gathered up the remained of his blankets and toys, and held my son before gently placing him into the nurses arms to say goodbye. We stood there for about an hour crying on the fifth floor, taking in the fact that HE WAS ACTUALLY GOING HOME!!! Then it was down to the 3rd floor where it had all started, we were so excited!! We cried there as well.
Then we left the hospital, all 3 of us, our little family. Jonah's first time ever going outside. The air was beautiful, it was 19 degrees, and he was taking in everything.
We headed home for a HUGE surprise for Nana. We headed straight through to Lindsay, where we were supposed to go for dinner that night. We had kept it a secret that Jonah was coming home to Nana.
When she opened the door, there he was, and she gathered him in her arms, and has yet to let him go.
She thought we had finally had enough and signed him out of the hospital Against Medical Advice (AMA). Haha!!
Oh what a day. That night, I tucked my son into HIS OWN CRIB, IN HIS OWN ROOM, WITH HIS OWN BLANKETS, IN OUR HOUSE!!! What a memory that will always be!! The rest is history, but not only has each day of the last 3 enriched our lives, it has given us such a cool perspective on what life really is all about!! It isn't about the possessions you have, or the money you have, it's about the richness you have in family. It's about cherishing each day you have your family home with you, healthy, laughing and playing. I think that is pretty cool!!
Jessika, George, Jonah and Samsun!!xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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