What do you hear?

To continue the metaphor from last time, it’s been a bit wavy, but I think we may have hit a calm spell…

Seems crazy to say that in the middle of Christmas chaos but everything is relative.

While working out what Christmas looks like without Grandma, we were told our son might have mild hearing loss for low pitched sounds. Perhaps about the level of my husband’s voice?

There was a moment in the appointment where I knew that things weren’t proceeding as “normal”. That feeling of fading hope that I was reading too much into the hesitation and re-testing.

When the clinician was explaining the results, my son seemed happy he might need to be at the front of the class (when will that reaction change?)! My first thought is thank God, I don’t have to tell Grandma.

While it was difficult to discern, she was very deaf. On the surface, it didn’t seem to stop her. But it was tough. To not trust that you’ll hear the world around you. To need three doorbells. To worry about having the kids overnight in case she didn’t hear them.

So we were back this week for a follow up in the sound proof room. In the absolute stillness, even breathing seemed like shouting.

Luckily, it seemed my son heard it too. He’s ok, although there’ll be more monitoring.

While I know we would have coped, I am massively relieved we don’t have to.

Now we just have to work on listening…