As I don’t have a picture right now, you will have to just believe me.
While he is sleeping, I can’t very well sneak into his room, strap it to his head, take a picture, and expect to not disturb him.
After 6 months of waiting, Dash has his hearing aid.
He is cute. Just ask Sandy, Christy, or Caly (nurses that I work with). They saw him today and couldn’t stop chuckling over how dang cute he is.
He has a band that is navy blue with aliens and spaceships strapped around his head and on it is a special clip to attach his hearing aid.
The strap has to be pretty snug. Not tightly fastened, but snug enough where the hearing aid stays put without moving around too much.
This thing is cool!
This thing is amazing!
This thing is expensive!
You could literally buy a small used car with the money it costs to purchase his hearing aid.
And guess what I’ve already done before it was 12 hours in our possession.
Yes, I dropped it.
From a high shelf above my head.
Why was it on a high shelf above my head, you ask?
Because it was the only place I thought I could make work for storage that was not in the kitchen or the bathroom. (if it gets wet, it fries the inside. And then it’s broken. Did I mention that this little smaller-than-a-bouncy-ball piece of equipment is THOUSANDS of dollars? Because it is. And I’m sticking it on my 2 year old’s head)
Yes, the mama standing before you is going to break this thing. The 2 year old has nothing on me! The audiologist kept mentioning the features it had to protect it from a little one. But what features does it have to protect it from his mama? Because that’s what’s really important. I am starting to firmly believe that over half the accidents we claim have been done by our children are lies. The accidents are really done by the mamas of children who can’t remember what happened so they make up a story that “must have been what really happened.”
Dash started wearing it at 10:30 am. He was intrigued at first wandering around the room moving his head around. After we put it on him, as the audiologist and I were chatting about it, he sat down to do some building with manipulative toys. He would look up at me and saying, “owie.” But it wasn’t that it hurt him. It was that it was bugging him.
When we finally left the clinic, Dash was whining, “off. off. off. owie. owie. off.”
It’s going to take some time getting used to it. For comfort, I think we may lax our rules on the nuk right now as we need him to wear the hearing aid , but even so, he’s not going to like it. At all.
Dash doesn’t want it on his head. He doesn’t want to experience something new. He doesn’t like it. It bothers him. This isn’t something that Dash planned or was even expecting. He doesn’t understand that the hearing aid is making his life better ; That it is just an inconvienence right now, but that he will learn to live with it. And not only will he learn to live with it, but he will live better with it.
Do you have something in your life like that right now? Are you dealing with something that seems impossible and “owie” right now and you want it “off”? As I struggle through times like those, I try to remember that God has good purposes coming out of the inconvienence and hurt. I may not get through it, and I need to learn to live with it to experience a blessing I wasn’t expecting. It won’t feel like a blessing right away, but I know that the discomfort I feel may only be temporary. Even if it’s not, God has good purposes being fulfilled.