Two weeks ago we had an extremely disappointing audiology test result. Two days ago we had an even worse one. I have always hated audiology tests. The task of keeping an active child sitting quietly for nearly two hours is almost impossible and upsets me almost as much as the results themselves. I have therefore long since delegated responsibility for those hospital visits to my husband. When the recent results were so poor we were asked to go back much earlier than usual. He couldn’t take the time off again so I had to bite the bullet and with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes take our 18 month old boy along for an 8.45am appointment.
Still full of the cold he frustratingly had a really bad night and we were both fully awake from 5.30am which didn’t bode well for a good peformance at the test. He cried all the way there as I tried to plug him with a rapid succession of milk, carrot sticks and dummy as much to appease the grumpy commuters as to comfort him. However on arrival at the audiology clinic he suddenly perked up. Having been going there regularly for his whole life it must seem reassuringly familiar and he looked genuinely happy to see our Teacher of the Deaf, the Educational Audiologist and the Audiologist who were going to conduct the test.
He sat patiently while they removed his aids and did the tympanometry test which revealed both ears to be completely flat. Children with normal hearing who have similar results often require an operation to insert grommets to cure ‘glue’ ear but as it was only diagnosed two weeks ago we have to wait and see if the levels improve once his cold gets better.
To my delight he didn’t mind at all as they prodded his ears and seemed quite prepared for the audiologist to attach tubes to his ear moulds then reinsert them with crocodile clips attached to his top to stop them falling off. As he was on my knee he couldn’t see me at all but I could see his face with wires surrounding it reflected in the dark glass of the studio where the educational audiologist was playing sounds of varying levels directly into his ears. I knew the test wasn’t going well when the only sounds he was turning to were the ones which were so loud I could hear them emitting from the moulds. He was unaware he was being tested and happily watched the toys the audiologist was distracting him with until a noise prompted him to look to his right or left. The idea is that when they look round they are rewarded with a cuddly toy appearing inside a light box but my wee man kept looking round regardless of whether or not there was a noise, no doubt perplexed at the sudden appearance of a zebra / sheep / lion in the room.
I was so proud of his performance and willing the results to be better than I had hoped but when the educational audiologist emerged from the darkened room and plotted them on a graph to show us the levels he was hearing at they were dramatically lower than his best tests last summer and depressingly even lower than the bad tests two weeks previously.
At my most positive I know that the glue ear will in all likelihood clear up eventually and his hearing should return to his normal level then but at my most negative I’m aware that as long as he is profoundly deaf he’s not picking up sound in order to learn speech and we’re losing valuable time.
The audiologist tried to be positive and put volume controls on his aids so that they increase the sound levels he can pick up but when she tested with them at level 3 he wasn’t responding and she had to crank them up to the maximum.
Volume controls just add another complication into our hearing aid maintenance regime. However they do seem to be helping a bit. For the first time in weeks he is responding to our standard tests ‘hands on head’, ‘peekaboo’, ‘kisses for daddy’ so we know that when he has them in he can hear something. The problem remains that when he hasn’t got them in, in the bath, when he pulls them out during the day or first thing in the morning, he can’t hear a thing.
In all other respects he is a completely normal little boy. He’s happier than I remember any of the girls being at his age, loves playing with cars (particularly opening the log burner and putting them inside), has a particular fascination with light switches, squeals with delight when he sees his sisters, has just discovered that if he opens the oven door he can stand on it and dismantle the hob and having finally mastered walking will toddle for hours up and down the room shrieking with laughter.
I bought his first shoes last week. He was a size 6. School shoes start at 7. Had I left it any longer his first shoes would have been black Clarks lace ups. At 18 months most of his clothes are already aged 2-3 and his shoulders are so broad he’s going to make an excellent prop at rugby one day.
He really has everything going for him apart from his ears – and possibly his speech. Over the Festive period I blocked out the fact that he was deaf and just enjoyed watching him take such pleasure in all the activity – and light switches – associated with Christmas.
The January audiology tests have brought us back to earth with a bump.
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