Wren had a hearing test today. Apparently all babies are supposed to be screened in hospital but Wren was missed because he was in the NICU. Anyway, it was a palaver because he had to be asleep for it and as we all know, he doesn't sleep.
After a lot of effort he was tested and passed.
His sleep today was a nightmare. Through a series of unfortunate circumstances - getting ready to go to the doctor, hearing test, a noise in the afternoon Wren was interupted during three consecutive naps and had slept for only 1 hour by 3pm. He was inconsolable. I had to carry him to sleep for all remaining naps with some backup from the Rainforest Swing (bless this invention.)
I think Heather has it right - he is overtired - but its a vicious cyle in getting things set to rights.
I saw the dermatologist today for a skin check and had a basal cell carcinoma. The dermatologist said since it was so small it was okay to freeze it so she used the liquid nitrogen to free an area slightly smaller than a dime. It hurt and has formed a blister but I shall survive.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
We have a problem
After all Wren has been through I feel loathe to complain about him. We are lucky to have him: his feet, hands, hair, smell, snuffly noises and fat belly are perfect and even his less than ideal behaviours like the effort he puts into loud bowel motions and gnawing on your shoulder are somewhat endearing. Nonetheless, without wanting to jinx anything and send him back I must complain. His sleep is not perfect and its not endearing.
I am not coping with it at all.
This morning I threw a tantrum with the household in general. Well, not completely general since Josh slept through it but Frost, Wren and the cats were all the subject of my frustrated outburst. No, lets not mince words: my fear and anger. The mental subject line of this memo to the family was Wren has to sleep better.
Last night he slept 8pm -9pm. I went to bed at 9.40pm and he woke at 12.30am, 2.30am, 3.30am, 4.30am, 5.30am and 6.30am. I got no more sleep. I was okay first thing in the morning but Wren was exhausted by 8.15 and wanted to sleep but the only way he'll do it is by being carried. I am at my wits end. I put him down in his bed and he screamed bloodly murder or "get here this minute mummy I am going to be eaten by lions" or whatever primal terror is generated by being asked to sleep alone.
Until last week I could set him down and he would fall asleep with minimal whining. Now he lets rip with a mighty cry within minutes and doesn't let up until he is shrieking like a fire engine on the way to a multi-storey emergency. The sound tears at me and I worry his heart will pop - strain the sutures and thus my desire for sleep will kill him. I remember how his blood pressure spiked when he cried and I freak out and pick him up. I set him down when he soothes then we go through it again, escalating each time till I cave and carry him for his nap. I can set him down eventually and he naps 20 minutes more but you can see how this gets to me. I can't nap because I am holding him. Ugh.
Anyway, he is now napping in the swing and will no doubt refuse to nap for his scheduled hearing test this morning. It is at Swedish First Hill and I am supposed to deliver a sleeping infant for testing. Of course, it doesn't help that my Swedish baby email this morning tells me that:
A 3-month-old is no longer a newborn. By 12 weeks of age, most babies have settled into a manageable routine of eating and sleeping. They've usually outgrown the tendency to cry inconsolably in the evening... You've learned so much, and everything is easier.
What are they on? What is up with Wren? Why do I breed such lousy sleepers? I feel all ashamed at being so mad with everyone while Wren was crying [Frost for not putting on his shoes, cats for sleeping on my meditation cushion] but I will probably do it again next time.
I am not coping with it at all.
This morning I threw a tantrum with the household in general. Well, not completely general since Josh slept through it but Frost, Wren and the cats were all the subject of my frustrated outburst. No, lets not mince words: my fear and anger. The mental subject line of this memo to the family was Wren has to sleep better.
Last night he slept 8pm -9pm. I went to bed at 9.40pm and he woke at 12.30am, 2.30am, 3.30am, 4.30am, 5.30am and 6.30am. I got no more sleep. I was okay first thing in the morning but Wren was exhausted by 8.15 and wanted to sleep but the only way he'll do it is by being carried. I am at my wits end. I put him down in his bed and he screamed bloodly murder or "get here this minute mummy I am going to be eaten by lions" or whatever primal terror is generated by being asked to sleep alone.
Until last week I could set him down and he would fall asleep with minimal whining. Now he lets rip with a mighty cry within minutes and doesn't let up until he is shrieking like a fire engine on the way to a multi-storey emergency. The sound tears at me and I worry his heart will pop - strain the sutures and thus my desire for sleep will kill him. I remember how his blood pressure spiked when he cried and I freak out and pick him up. I set him down when he soothes then we go through it again, escalating each time till I cave and carry him for his nap. I can set him down eventually and he naps 20 minutes more but you can see how this gets to me. I can't nap because I am holding him. Ugh.
Anyway, he is now napping in the swing and will no doubt refuse to nap for his scheduled hearing test this morning. It is at Swedish First Hill and I am supposed to deliver a sleeping infant for testing. Of course, it doesn't help that my Swedish baby email this morning tells me that:
A 3-month-old is no longer a newborn. By 12 weeks of age, most babies have settled into a manageable routine of eating and sleeping. They've usually outgrown the tendency to cry inconsolably in the evening... You've learned so much, and everything is easier.
What are they on? What is up with Wren? Why do I breed such lousy sleepers? I feel all ashamed at being so mad with everyone while Wren was crying [Frost for not putting on his shoes, cats for sleeping on my meditation cushion] but I will probably do it again next time.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
A real big one
I went shopping at Wholefoods today. While I was descending in the elevator with Wren asleep in the moby-wrap a gray-haired woman wearing something Tibetan said:
"three months?" (Guessing the age of the baby is a common segue into conversation with a parent) so I replied:
"11 weeks"
"Ooh" she said "A big one."
He is big. He's a fat squishy warm lump of himself and I am proud whenever anyone comments on it, which is often. It feels as if we are doing something good, something we can control, as if making him big and fat we can outrun the tick-tock obstructions which are going on in there.
Another day at a coffee place in U-Village I met a woman who has a grandbaby of a similar age and because the line was long and slow and she was going on and on about their experiences in the early months I mentioned the "heart surgery" experience. It stopped the conversation - perhaps our common ground receded. She peered at him a bit and said "you would never guess" and then smiled too much and looked at the menu attentively.
Meanwhile two gay guys with a poodle kept smiling at me and one mouthed "lovely" at Wren in his jade silk sling.
The cat is snoring which reminds me I should nap while Wren is. Frost is due home soon and we have a date to count 100 toy cars into a bag in anticipation of the 100th day of kindergarten tomorrow.
I shall take a picture.
"three months?" (Guessing the age of the baby is a common segue into conversation with a parent) so I replied:
"11 weeks"
"Ooh" she said "A big one."
He is big. He's a fat squishy warm lump of himself and I am proud whenever anyone comments on it, which is often. It feels as if we are doing something good, something we can control, as if making him big and fat we can outrun the tick-tock obstructions which are going on in there.
Another day at a coffee place in U-Village I met a woman who has a grandbaby of a similar age and because the line was long and slow and she was going on and on about their experiences in the early months I mentioned the "heart surgery" experience. It stopped the conversation - perhaps our common ground receded. She peered at him a bit and said "you would never guess" and then smiled too much and looked at the menu attentively.
Meanwhile two gay guys with a poodle kept smiling at me and one mouthed "lovely" at Wren in his jade silk sling.
The cat is snoring which reminds me I should nap while Wren is. Frost is due home soon and we have a date to count 100 toy cars into a bag in anticipation of the 100th day of kindergarten tomorrow.
I shall take a picture.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Synagis
Wren had his third Synagis shot today. He weighed 15lbs 6oz and so he had two jabs. Ouch. He has been sleepy since but seems okay.
Frost and I are going for a walk to buy skittles to fill the Lego candy dispenser we just made.
Wren is hanging out with Josh who is hanging out with his bloglines feed.
Its Sunday.
Frost and I are going for a walk to buy skittles to fill the Lego candy dispenser we just made.
Wren is hanging out with Josh who is hanging out with his bloglines feed.
Its Sunday.
The Doctor Patient Relationship
In the past, when we visited the doctor occasionally for a cough-gone-on-too-long or routine well-child visits my relationship with doctors was pretty benign. I picked a doctor with whom I felt rapport and whom I could trust to recommend something alternative before antibiotics. Immunization was optional.
One of the first losses I felt when I learned about Wren's heart condition was the sense that we could afford to be distant from mainstream medicine. Instead, we would need it - depend on big machines and drugs with side effects I wouldn't have time to question. Frost would need to be immunized and Wren wouldn't get to have his homeopathic remedies to see him through a week of fever. Frost is five and hasn't had antibiotics yet - Wren would get them with his first surgery.
At first I was so thankful to meet doctors who thought they knew about conditions like Wrens' that I fell in love with pediatric cardiology. I would lie on the couch with my hands on my big pregnant belly and contemplate my impending 40th birthday and whether I could train to be a doctor in time to make it worthwhile. When I decided I couldn't I daydreamed about my could-a-been life as a surgeon.
I think it is typical, and healthy, for parents of a sick child to fall out of love with their doctors pretty quickly.
Its not that you don't appreciate and admire the work they do but you get to a point when you get angry and realize that they don't know everything, they're just playing the numbers game quicker than you and are following habits of care, some of which may be the best for your kid and some of which may not.
My moment of getting mad was when we were discussing Wren's surgical options. Our surgeon is very skilled and I have heard other parents and nurses calling him "the superstar". In Wren's case he favored a three staged procedure called The Norwood which would have converted Wren's heart to a univentricular system. He has good results with it. We didn't like the sound of that. I did lots of reading and found that in cases like Wrens when heart function is borderline pre-repair there are many opinions as to what is the best approach. The surgery that is performed is a function of the style of the cardiologists, the particular experience of the surgeon and the cases that have come in months before. Its not like feeding your data into a machine and getting a clear answer.
There are a lot of "if, then and maybe".
To his credit, our surgeon agreed to give an alternative approach a try because he believes in a team approach. That was the consensus and we feel lucky and grateful it worked but there was that moment at which I moved from trust to anger and then back to a more wary collaboration. In retrospect it was when I moved from a position of passivity to one of confidence in relation to Wren's team.
I don't know whether it was always my thing but in the medical setting it often feels as if there is a script that the patient (or patients parent's) get to follow. We are meant to receive the information at the right time and respond only on those topics. A classic example is the prenatal ultrasound when you know the ultrasound technician has seen something bad but s/he smiles and says "I couldn't get a good picture, I need the doctor to takea look at this." You know they know, they know you know and its just a little dance for the right person to give you the news.
When I met parents in our heart-kids support group they said that we will become the experts on Wren's heart and that I should apply for full copies of all his medical records, read and make a big file of them. That was how one parent found out her son had lost his thymus during surgery. For us, I was thinking "why?" Now I realize new doctors won't know Wren's unique heart issues, what has been done, that his ileac is blocked on the left. It would take them a long while to pick it all up from the file and they may miss something if its in a hurry. Even his doctors see many other patients between the times they see us.
Seven months ago I didn't know what a ventricle was and now I can talk in depth about heart anatomy and its anomalies, the cardio-pulmonary system, venous flow and pressures, drugs that alter them and clinical signs of poor perfusion, when its okay and when its not. Its impressive what we know, what we learn when we have to.
So we've come a long way but sometimes I miss the ease of going to the doctor in the old way. This week I have 2 doctors preventative appointments that may be like that. I am going to the dermatologist for a skin check (growing up in South Africa and Australia we are always watching out for skin problems) and to see our naturopath in case I am calcium and HDL deficient again.
Hope not.
One of the first losses I felt when I learned about Wren's heart condition was the sense that we could afford to be distant from mainstream medicine. Instead, we would need it - depend on big machines and drugs with side effects I wouldn't have time to question. Frost would need to be immunized and Wren wouldn't get to have his homeopathic remedies to see him through a week of fever. Frost is five and hasn't had antibiotics yet - Wren would get them with his first surgery.
At first I was so thankful to meet doctors who thought they knew about conditions like Wrens' that I fell in love with pediatric cardiology. I would lie on the couch with my hands on my big pregnant belly and contemplate my impending 40th birthday and whether I could train to be a doctor in time to make it worthwhile. When I decided I couldn't I daydreamed about my could-a-been life as a surgeon.
I think it is typical, and healthy, for parents of a sick child to fall out of love with their doctors pretty quickly.
Its not that you don't appreciate and admire the work they do but you get to a point when you get angry and realize that they don't know everything, they're just playing the numbers game quicker than you and are following habits of care, some of which may be the best for your kid and some of which may not.
My moment of getting mad was when we were discussing Wren's surgical options. Our surgeon is very skilled and I have heard other parents and nurses calling him "the superstar". In Wren's case he favored a three staged procedure called The Norwood which would have converted Wren's heart to a univentricular system. He has good results with it. We didn't like the sound of that. I did lots of reading and found that in cases like Wrens when heart function is borderline pre-repair there are many opinions as to what is the best approach. The surgery that is performed is a function of the style of the cardiologists, the particular experience of the surgeon and the cases that have come in months before. Its not like feeding your data into a machine and getting a clear answer.
There are a lot of "if, then and maybe".
To his credit, our surgeon agreed to give an alternative approach a try because he believes in a team approach. That was the consensus and we feel lucky and grateful it worked but there was that moment at which I moved from trust to anger and then back to a more wary collaboration. In retrospect it was when I moved from a position of passivity to one of confidence in relation to Wren's team.
I don't know whether it was always my thing but in the medical setting it often feels as if there is a script that the patient (or patients parent's) get to follow. We are meant to receive the information at the right time and respond only on those topics. A classic example is the prenatal ultrasound when you know the ultrasound technician has seen something bad but s/he smiles and says "I couldn't get a good picture, I need the doctor to takea look at this." You know they know, they know you know and its just a little dance for the right person to give you the news.
When I met parents in our heart-kids support group they said that we will become the experts on Wren's heart and that I should apply for full copies of all his medical records, read and make a big file of them. That was how one parent found out her son had lost his thymus during surgery. For us, I was thinking "why?" Now I realize new doctors won't know Wren's unique heart issues, what has been done, that his ileac is blocked on the left. It would take them a long while to pick it all up from the file and they may miss something if its in a hurry. Even his doctors see many other patients between the times they see us.
Seven months ago I didn't know what a ventricle was and now I can talk in depth about heart anatomy and its anomalies, the cardio-pulmonary system, venous flow and pressures, drugs that alter them and clinical signs of poor perfusion, when its okay and when its not. Its impressive what we know, what we learn when we have to.
So we've come a long way but sometimes I miss the ease of going to the doctor in the old way. This week I have 2 doctors preventative appointments that may be like that. I am going to the dermatologist for a skin check (growing up in South Africa and Australia we are always watching out for skin problems) and to see our naturopath in case I am calcium and HDL deficient again.
Hope not.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Sleep redux
Just when I thought we had this sleep thing down pat Wren goes and does a bizarre night on me. Here it is, Saturday morning, my day to SLEEEEEP IN and I am up at 6.45am, just glad to get out of the bedroom.
First, he slept for FIVE HOURS (9pm till 2am) then woke almost EVERY HOUR (no kidding - 3.30, 4.30.5.30, 6.45). I have slept with my head under a pillow half the night. I have now put him in the swing and he will, no doubt, sleep for another few hours so I might salvage some sleep on the couch if I don't succumb to coffee.
He wasn't up long each hour - just enough to cry and wake me then fall asleep after I patted and rocked him, or nursed him once.
Ugh, ugh, double-ugh.
I am trying to figure it out and I think he may have gas as he is grunting and stretching but honestly... why sleep 5 hours the same night? Its messing with my logic.
As always on nights of many interuptions I had lurid dreams. The ones I recall are three men being swept down a water sluice into a treatment works, playing a video game in real life inside the game (it was a Lord of the Rings Game) and doing lots of athletic feats with my strong body (it sure was a dream.)
I should start yoga again. I really should. They have a Mums and Babies class at 8 Limbs Yoga I mean to try.
Shannon
First, he slept for FIVE HOURS (9pm till 2am) then woke almost EVERY HOUR (no kidding - 3.30, 4.30.5.30, 6.45). I have slept with my head under a pillow half the night. I have now put him in the swing and he will, no doubt, sleep for another few hours so I might salvage some sleep on the couch if I don't succumb to coffee.
He wasn't up long each hour - just enough to cry and wake me then fall asleep after I patted and rocked him, or nursed him once.
Ugh, ugh, double-ugh.
I am trying to figure it out and I think he may have gas as he is grunting and stretching but honestly... why sleep 5 hours the same night? Its messing with my logic.
As always on nights of many interuptions I had lurid dreams. The ones I recall are three men being swept down a water sluice into a treatment works, playing a video game in real life inside the game (it was a Lord of the Rings Game) and doing lots of athletic feats with my strong body (it sure was a dream.)
I should start yoga again. I really should. They have a Mums and Babies class at 8 Limbs Yoga I mean to try.
Shannon
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Getting out
I have been trying to get out with Wren a bit more. Its not that easy because I have to reserve some energy for Frost getting home after school. Even then, I confess, he gets snack and TV most days and I seldom get to sit down and play with him alone until the weekend.
Anyway, last night Wren and I went to the KapKa lantern walk. We had cider and cookies at school and then walked to the Zoo Rose Garden and sang songs. Its usually for the winter solstice but this time we did it for Chinese New Year.
It was good to get out with Frost and Wren together. Today my legs ache from carrying him.
Now, today I went to the Thrift Store and bought some clothes for Frost and Wren. Both of them are growing out of their clothes and I am tired to squeezing them in. Wren is wearing 6-12mth clothes although he is not yet 3 months. He is such a fatty.
I am feeling sad and worried for the family of Ramona Mae. She was discharged but has been readmitted with low sats. They are concerned the repair has failed and do not know if there is anything else that can be done in that case. Hopefully it is something that can be fixed.
Anyway, last night Wren and I went to the KapKa lantern walk. We had cider and cookies at school and then walked to the Zoo Rose Garden and sang songs. Its usually for the winter solstice but this time we did it for Chinese New Year.
It was good to get out with Frost and Wren together. Today my legs ache from carrying him.
Now, today I went to the Thrift Store and bought some clothes for Frost and Wren. Both of them are growing out of their clothes and I am tired to squeezing them in. Wren is wearing 6-12mth clothes although he is not yet 3 months. He is such a fatty.
I am feeling sad and worried for the family of Ramona Mae. She was discharged but has been readmitted with low sats. They are concerned the repair has failed and do not know if there is anything else that can be done in that case. Hopefully it is something that can be fixed.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Little squeals and grabs
Today Wren is hanging onto things. If I lay a blanket over him he grasps it with both of his little hands and clings to it. When he cries he lets go and his arms fly up in the air. We went shopping and the whole way there he hung onto a burp cloth. I think he might need his own little blanket.
Another thing he is doing occasionally is squealing. Its most peculiar. He will make a kind of yelpy squeak. His usual talking is still grunts and little burbles and hoots and he makes a lot of chesty noises.
He likes to swat at his toys when he's lying under the gymini but he seldom captures them. It is quite exciting for him and he breathes fast while he's doing it and kicks his legs. Tummy time is not so much fun. He can push himself up but he complains fairly shortly afterwards and cries if I leave him even 5 minutes on the mat. However, he does like to lie on his tummy on the couch which slopes down a bit and makes it easier for him.
I have been reading Frost's baby journal to myself and find I was doing all kinds of new mommy stuff with Frost that I am neglecting in Wren. I was reading him books, singing songs and playing nursery rhymes. Got to get going on that again. I read Wren Peek a BOO book (the Peek a Moo one) and he liked it a lot. He likes looking at leaves against the window just as much though so I shan't beat myself up about it.
Another thing he is doing occasionally is squealing. Its most peculiar. He will make a kind of yelpy squeak. His usual talking is still grunts and little burbles and hoots and he makes a lot of chesty noises.
He likes to swat at his toys when he's lying under the gymini but he seldom captures them. It is quite exciting for him and he breathes fast while he's doing it and kicks his legs. Tummy time is not so much fun. He can push himself up but he complains fairly shortly afterwards and cries if I leave him even 5 minutes on the mat. However, he does like to lie on his tummy on the couch which slopes down a bit and makes it easier for him.
I have been reading Frost's baby journal to myself and find I was doing all kinds of new mommy stuff with Frost that I am neglecting in Wren. I was reading him books, singing songs and playing nursery rhymes. Got to get going on that again. I read Wren Peek a BOO book (the Peek a Moo one) and he liked it a lot. He likes looking at leaves against the window just as much though so I shan't beat myself up about it.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Hypochondria by proxy
Okay, before you start telling me I am nuts, I am. I know. The thing is I spent this afternoon diagnosing Wren with autism. Yes, you're right - even psychiatrists can't diagnose it before 18mths and its often only confirmed by age 5 - but since Wren's heart defect I am afflicted by the sense that any number of other terrible maladies are possible and the internet makes access to them easy. Its a case of hypochondria by proxy.
This is how it happened.
Today, at Listening Mothers one of the other moms mentioned her pediatrician was concerned because her baby's head had gone from the 37th percentile at birth to the 95th percentile at 6 months. He wanted her to check whether big heads run in the family. I remembered how Frost's head had also presented concerns by being very large.
I had been concerned about Wren's head for the opposite reason. At birth it was 25th percentile and was still 25th percentile at 2 months. At the cardiac clinic it was bigger - more like 50th percentile so I was relieved. The conversation at Listening Mother's made me wonder about head circumference so I googled it. Bad idea.
The lead articles on the google search were all about the correlation between rapid growth in head size and autism. Apparently, a study with a sample of 48 children with autism and a normal control group has shown that only 6% of non-autistic children show a rapid growth in head size from 25th percentile to upward of 95th percentile during the first six months or so. Fifty-nine percent of autistic children have this rapid growth.
So, I evaluated Wren for autism and noted that his head was small but growing rapidly and he is a bit slow to turn towards me when I call his name. I have to try lots of times before he responds. Sure, he smiles and engages in play during diaper change but at other times he would rather look at black and white patterns, leaves and light and that spinning mobile. Sounds like autism, right? [Yes, I know it also sounds like an 11 week old, but I am paranoid]
So, then I looked up Frost's chart to remind myself of his head circ measurements. Based on this theory Frost had a very very good chance of having autism. Not only did he have colic, gluten and dairy allergies but his head grew from 30th percentile to the 97th percentile in 2 months and then shot off the chart - way over 100th percentile by 6 months +. So, I am glad this study hadn't been done yet or I would still be analyzing him even though he is clearly normal.
Okay, you can tell me I am nuts now. Its just that thing about how once you have been struck by lightening you never look at the sky in the same way again. You keep thinking "it could happen to me." I should add that last month I noticed some fuzzy hair on Wren's back and diagnosed him with spina bifida occulta. I think I had Joshua convinced for a while but the pediatrician had to work hard not to laugh when she saw whas I was worried about. I think I will have to wait a few years before bringing up my autism theory.
This is how it happened.
Today, at Listening Mothers one of the other moms mentioned her pediatrician was concerned because her baby's head had gone from the 37th percentile at birth to the 95th percentile at 6 months. He wanted her to check whether big heads run in the family. I remembered how Frost's head had also presented concerns by being very large.
I had been concerned about Wren's head for the opposite reason. At birth it was 25th percentile and was still 25th percentile at 2 months. At the cardiac clinic it was bigger - more like 50th percentile so I was relieved. The conversation at Listening Mother's made me wonder about head circumference so I googled it. Bad idea.
The lead articles on the google search were all about the correlation between rapid growth in head size and autism. Apparently, a study with a sample of 48 children with autism and a normal control group has shown that only 6% of non-autistic children show a rapid growth in head size from 25th percentile to upward of 95th percentile during the first six months or so. Fifty-nine percent of autistic children have this rapid growth.
So, I evaluated Wren for autism and noted that his head was small but growing rapidly and he is a bit slow to turn towards me when I call his name. I have to try lots of times before he responds. Sure, he smiles and engages in play during diaper change but at other times he would rather look at black and white patterns, leaves and light and that spinning mobile. Sounds like autism, right? [Yes, I know it also sounds like an 11 week old, but I am paranoid]
So, then I looked up Frost's chart to remind myself of his head circ measurements. Based on this theory Frost had a very very good chance of having autism. Not only did he have colic, gluten and dairy allergies but his head grew from 30th percentile to the 97th percentile in 2 months and then shot off the chart - way over 100th percentile by 6 months +. So, I am glad this study hadn't been done yet or I would still be analyzing him even though he is clearly normal.
Okay, you can tell me I am nuts now. Its just that thing about how once you have been struck by lightening you never look at the sky in the same way again. You keep thinking "it could happen to me." I should add that last month I noticed some fuzzy hair on Wren's back and diagnosed him with spina bifida occulta. I think I had Joshua convinced for a while but the pediatrician had to work hard not to laugh when she saw whas I was worried about. I think I will have to wait a few years before bringing up my autism theory.
New sounds
I received a call from our pediatrician on Monday. She said that Wren had been discharged from Swedish without having received his newborn hearing screen. She suggested we call Swedish and schedule a test with the audiologist.
I was sceptical. I mean, I am pretty sure Wren can hear. He jumps when I clink the glasses and he gets excited when we talk to him. I called the Newborn Screening people at Swedish and expressed my doubts. The technician persuaded me that its still worth doing because he could hear in only one ear or be feeling vibrations. Hrmm.. them good vibrations?
Well, today Wren has been busy expressing himself with new noises so even if he can't hear properly that must still feel good.
He is squealing, trilling and burbling in a pretty way.
Oh, now he is crying so I better go.
I was sceptical. I mean, I am pretty sure Wren can hear. He jumps when I clink the glasses and he gets excited when we talk to him. I called the Newborn Screening people at Swedish and expressed my doubts. The technician persuaded me that its still worth doing because he could hear in only one ear or be feeling vibrations. Hrmm.. them good vibrations?
Well, today Wren has been busy expressing himself with new noises so even if he can't hear properly that must still feel good.
He is squealing, trilling and burbling in a pretty way.
Oh, now he is crying so I better go.
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