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.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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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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