Monday, December 1, 2008

My Son is Deaf.

My beautiful, vibrant four year old is deaf. He was just diagnosed this past October. He has been in speech therapy since he turned two and I just knew there was something not quite right. So last year I took him to an audiologist with concerns that I was having to yell to get his attention. After the sound field test was complete, the audiologist informed me that his hearing was normal. I have spent the last year and five months trying to convinced myself that he was hearing me. "He's just ignoring me", I'd tell myself over and over. In October I was fed up. I took him in for another test and was told he failed the test. We then went to the Arkansas Children's Hospital in Little Rock. October 17th is a day I will never forget. It's the day I heard the words "your son is deaf".
I wept. I smiled. "That's all?" I thought, "How wonderful!" You see, these were not tears of sorrow. Not tears of self pity. They were tears of relief. I was validated. I wasn't crazy. My son was not choosing to ignore me. He never heard me.

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  1. so i went to social mention to see where my name may have popped up. and i find another brownbagbakery! i was shocked first! and then i see you have a deaf son, i was FLOORED!! I am a pastry chef and professional baker. my bakery is brown bag bakery. and i have a deaf son as well. what are the chances, really. i read a few of your posts and im in tears, you are describing exactly what we went thru, and i had to say something. i hope this message gets to you because i would really love to meet you! in fact i see your facebook badge to my left, ill be sending you a request! i hope grayson is doing well :)

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