I was in the back room yesterday, putting away clothes. Little Man was in the living room happily playing with a box (yep, all the toys in the world would never beat a good sturdy box) and Little Miss was drawing. Suddenly, I heard something spill. It didn’t seem like anything had broken and it seemed like a “plasticky” sound so I didn’t worry. I walked slowly back into the kitchen and found a rainbow mess.
My oh my, he was so proud. He looked at me with those big blue eyes. Maybe he was expecting a reaction, but I just got on my knees, hugged him and guided his hand to the clips, pointing at the bag I was holding in hopes that he would pick up a few to help… and he did.
As I briefly mentioned in my 52 Project post last Sunday, we found out this past Friday that Little Man is deaf in his left ear and possibly partially deaf in his right one. Seems like sounds of all frequencies are an issue in the left, but only high frequencies are problematic in the right. For now, they managed to do all the testing they could for someone so small. They will be seeing us again in 6 months for another round of testing, this time to try to measure the degree (%) of deafness in each ear. We have an in-home evaluation scheduled for mid-April with a speech therapist that specializes in hearing loss in toddlers. She will be able to help us with tricks and tools, strategies to stimulate his speech. In the meantime, we have started learning a few sign language words, we’ve eliminated a lot of sources of white noise in the house to facilitate his concentration and we have taken a step back and started working on simple words again.
Don’t feel sad for us please, I’m writing this because I’m happy. Not happy that my son is deaf, but funny enough, it seems all the tension has left the house. Suddenly, we are at peace with the situation. Why? Because we know. Not knowing and just going through the motions is the worst. For months now, we knew something was amiss. You try not to worry, you try to tell yourself it will all work out, but deep down, you have a feeling you are in denial. I think if my son was simply not talking, I would not have been so worried. But the fact that he wasn’t hearing (or listening) to us, not even turning his head most time when we called him by name, THAT was weighing on me. But now we know… knowledge is absolute power and we will be harnessing all that power to make this a grand adventure! And today I’m grateful :
- For having an amazing husband and father to my children that is unafraid and ready for anything, right along with me.
- For family and friends that are positive and won’t treat him any differently. That believe that he will thrive and show us all just how amazing he can be.
- For a Little Man that will never know anything different, with us having found out so early, this will be his “normal”.
- For having decided to stay home with him, not knowing this was coming, but always feeling staying at home was the right thing to do.
- For my faith in a greater force that can help us through anything.
- For this smile, that lights up my days…