Yesterday...RSV shots.
Today....hearing assessment at Children's Hospital.
This week I have been getting more anxious and stressed out. Snapping at my husband...because the thought of going grocery shopping would remind me that we have no money so he should just really shut the hell up. Wishing that Ezra had never written that stupid Snowy Day book....if I have to read it one more time I will totally pull out all of my hair. I even found myself contemplating not letting the dog back in after her morning outing. After some soul searching I realized all of it was coming from this stupid hearing assessment. I mean really...there is no way to win coming out of it. Either he has hearing loss, which would be fine and we would deal with it, but he is my baby and I don't want him to have any problems ever..duh. Or, he has no hearing loss so that means his significant language delay is because there is something not happening in his brain. Great. Which one do I wish for? I mean seriously...universe...can't take much more...ok?!?!?
The assessment itself was painless. The kid was amazing and funny and everyone loved him. He played with the peg boards and looked towards the sounds, he left the headphones on, he even let the pretty lady put things in his ears. And...his hearing is within normal range for learning speech and language. Which is good. Yay! So that means he isn't talking for some other reason. Which means more tests. Yay?
And guess what else I learned. He hearing is fine at the moment, but we have to keep getting him tested because he was intubated for so long and he was given high doses of antibiotics for an infection while he was in the NICU. Which means that while his hearing is fine at the moment....he is at an elevated risk for having hearing loss. yay??
Oh...and he has another ear infection. In his right ear. The ear that has already perforated once.
I just have to remember what Andy said when we were still in the NICU...I don't care if he comes home with a peg leg, one eye and a horn...as long as he comes home. He is home. It will be what it will be.
