For the first time in what seemed like forever, we actually had a pretty nice weekend. None of our evenings were complete Google-fests that got us worked up, and we were able to really enjoy our kids and the family dynamic in general. Good for the soul.
On Saturday we went to Shannon’s workplace. They’re a relatively family-oriented company, so they offer a breakfast where Santa shows up on a firetruck, kids get to ask for presents on his lap, etc. There are various activities for the kids to participate in as well. It blew my mind when I thought of the fact that this was actually the third time our daughter had participated in it, even though she’s only two. Crazy how time flies.
Something I’ve found myself doing A LOT now when I’m in a semi-crowded area is searching for people with hearing aids. I’m not sure why, exactly. Maybe it’s to comfort myself that Alex won’t be alone in wearing assistive hearing devices (should he be lucky enough). Maybe it’s because I’m interested in seeing how those people “do” in louder environments. Regardless, one thing that particularly caught my attention at the event was the amount of people who were wearing glasses, kids included. And though this analogy is obviously flawed, it made me think that if Alex is wearing assistive tech, is it really THAT fundamentally different than all of these people with glasses or braces? Now, of course there ARE real differences. Glasses are practically a fix. You put them on and you’re ready to go. With hearing aids / implants, therapy is basically required to teach children like Alex who weren’t born with hearing to learn how to use their sense and get them “caught up” with the hearing children who did. Glasses are also very common on little kids, whereas hearing aids (let alone cochlear implants) aren’t. Still, it lends a lot of credence to a common experience I’ve read from many different parents, and that’s that though their children’s peers are often curious about the implants, a simple “these help me hear” explanation suffices and that’s that.
It’s probably a coping mechanism and reach in general to say that an implant is similar to a pair of glasses, but it still brings me some comfort because there ARE some parallels there, the biggest of which is that a person with glasses who’s practically blind without them isn’t defined by them.
Anyhow, it was a nice little family event. I was telling Shannon that it’s going to be very interesting to see what’s going on with the family at this point next year. Maybe Alex will be a few months into his hearing journey by that point? We’ll see.
Later that day I ran out to grab a pizza (our appetites have officially returned, which feels good) and grabbed our mail on the way out of the driveway. In it was a letter from the hospital containing the official ABR report from Alex’s last test (this was the test where the audiologist doubted the auditory neuropathy diagnosis from a prior test). I anxiously opened it to see if there was any new information – she may have collaborated with the other audiologist to compare notes, as I know that what gets sent to doctors / professionals is much more detailed information than the write-up that they send to patients. But there wasn’t! The write-up indicated that no signs of auditory neuropathy were observed in EITHER ear. Again, this isn’t really news, but it was somewhat comforting to see that written out on the official report. A little bit of hope.
We have another meeting coming up with Buffalo Hearing and Speech which we’re assuming will consist of yet another ABR, so maybe at that appointment it can be hammered out either way. We’re still really hoping it isn’t AN because that would mean that Alex might get some benefit from the hearing aids he should receive within a month and, more importantly, give Alex a better chance of not having any other associated health issues.
Speaking of appointments, Alex has a pediatrician appointment tomorrow. I’m looking forward to asking a few questions to our awesome doctor and hoping to walk out with a clean bill of health that I can then report to the Early Intervention evaluator that’s coming over on Friday.
Emotionally, it’s still a roller coaster. It’s easy to get caught up in both the lows as well as the highs (though a “high” is just feeling relatively normal). The Facebook group I mentioned has been a great source of information, comfort, and realism. What’s great about it is that there are tons of great uplifting and happy stories, but at the same time there are also real stories about the occasional sadnesses involved. A great example was a mother asking the board about what they said to their kids when they got to the point where they’d ask why the other kids didn’t have to wear “ears” or when they’d be able to take theirs off. Leaving my techno-phile hat off and ignoring my belief that that’s all going to go away given time, I appreciate those stories because it gives us a hint as to what we MIGHT be in for and it also makes the happier stories all the more real and graspable. Needless to say, I’m now a big believer in the power of support groups.
Alex is also helping us to keep our heads up by being a good little guy in general. We’ve gotten a few laughs out of him and he definitely likes to smile at us, which I like to interpret as his faith that we’re going to do everything we can to help him kick as much ass as possible in this world. There’s always just a little bit of sadness with each of these moments, though, because you can’t help but wonder WHY any of this is happening to such an innocent and happy little dude. I often feel bitter that Alex is our last child and we can’t even enjoy him and the completion of our family as much as we would be in the alternate universe where he was completely fine. That isn’t to say we don’t love him as he is now, obviously, but there are very few moments when we’re not thinking about the whole thing and worrying about what’s coming up and if we’re doing everything that we can for him. It pisses me off that we can’t enjoy this time to its fullest.
All of that said, we’re definitely doing better. We’re smiling a little bit more and depressed a bit less, though there’s always that underlying sadness present. I think we’ve come a long way in a few weeks. Getting rolling with Early Intervention this Friday could go either way. I’d like to think it will make us feel better because it’ll feel like now we’re actively doing something for Alex, but it could also be a reminder of the long road ahead of us that we didn’t choose. We should hopefully get closure on which way Alex is going to go within a few months (hearing and mainstreaming or visual / ASL / deaf school) which should also be a big help in getting us moving down the path of what’s best for Alex.
Just keep swimming.