We had our highly anticipated audiology appointment this morning. And… after an hour and half of this sweet assistant trying to get little bug to focus, we had our diagnosis. A confirmation. Mild hearing loss… with some normal hearing.
For the first time since she was born, someone used the word normal in reference to her. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to hear that word. How much any of us in this “rare” community yearn for normal.
I cried tears of joy on the cab ride home while my sweet girl cried tears of sleepiness. Poor cab driver! What a difference a test can make.
I’m not saying that I’m smarter than tests. Or that I know more than specialists. But I’ve known this. I knew it before they suspected this at Clarke. I knew it from when she was 3 weeks old and the ABR test told us that she had moderate to severe hearing loss. I knew they were wrong. I knew she could hear me. I said that before, but it feels good to reiterate.
Without this gut instinct, we would not have retested her. Mother’s instinct is everything to us “special moms”. It tells us if a doctor is right for our littles. It tells us if they are sick or just tired. It tells us if they need more specialists or more tests or more help. We should recognize more often just how special that deep connection to their needs is.
What’s next? We most likely will now get her a smaller baha. THIS is a great thing. Her implant will be smaller… most likely. And if she needs to take it off for a bath or swimming… she CAN hear.
Cheers to celebrating normal, y’all.