We were at MGH at o’dark thirty this morning with our 1.5 year old son Sam. He has had 10 ear infections in his life and partial hearing loss. As any mother would be, I was a little worked up over the notion of a young person being put under. But was calm knowing that it was a minor routine procedure. Everything went well and we were home by 10am with a relatively back to normal toddler.
The part I found very interesting was that we were with four other families during the pre-op and post-op. One of the father’s little girl was three and born at 32 weeks with Downs. This was their fourth time at MGH to get tubes. He was telling us that she doesn’t speak and ‘they’ say she can’t hear. But he said, ‘she hears me. she comes when I say her name from across the room.’ He went onto explain that she wears glasses but he thinks she sees everything. And if music plays she is a dancing fool! He said, “she’s normal to me.”
Most times when I hear a story like this I scold myself for too much self pity, but this time I didn’t do that. I was just happy to hear his perspective. He seemed to be a great dad working two jobs to support his normal family. I was grateful for it all.
On a side note, one of the father’s in our group wouldn’t engage with the aforementioned father because he was wearing a NY Yankees shirt. But later he broke down. It was a good bonding moment for all of us to poke fun and to find out why he wore such a shirt. He explained he was from Dominican and lived in NYC for a long time. If he hadn’t added that he liked the Lakers and Jets, all would have been forgiven. We milked the unimportant chatter while we waited anxiously to comfort our children.