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Yesterday, Nico started to fuss a little while standing on my lap, so I lifted him up in the air, as I often to, to calm the flailing of the limbs. Out from his mouth came a river of warm, white, goo, all over my face and chest. It was genuinely disquieting. Fortunately, Shannon was there to take the boy and let me go clean up.
More importantly, yesterday started at 5:15 A.M. Shannon got up and fed him, and we all got up an hour later with the mission of keeping Nicholas awake and not feeding him any more. We set off for Chidren's Hospital a little around 7:30, with Shannon sitting in the back seat with the nigh-impossible task of keeping the boy from sleeping in the car. She poked, she played, she opened the window, she poked and played some more, and more or less kept him from getting any rest. Once at the hospital, the plan was to lightly sedate him, attach sensors to his brain, and truly test his hearing.
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So the upshot is pretty good news. He probably has some congestion in his ears. His basic equipment (and brain) are dealing with sounds just fine. We'll need to get tubes, likely, or loaner hearing aids (to turn up the gain a little) for a few months as his ears grow, because we don't want to let things be too muffled for him as we move towards speech. He can hear us when we speak to him, but things aren't going to be all that clear, especially quieter sounds.
Everyone we meet in the hearing business praises our Ear-Nose-Throat doctor to the skies, especially as a doctor for children, so hooray for that. We'll just follow his recommendation (we like him too. And he's from Chicago, I think, so should have a good reference for us).
In other news, my son has found his toes (they are so neat!) and his daddy's mouth. When I hold him on my chest and talk, he reaches his upper hand up to play with my lips and beard, staring wonderously at them, and trying to figure it all out.
More importantly, yesterday started at 5:15 A.M. Shannon got up and fed him, and we all got up an hour later with the mission of keeping Nicholas awake and not feeding him any more. We set off for Chidren's Hospital a little around 7:30, with Shannon sitting in the back seat with the nigh-impossible task of keeping the boy from sleeping in the car. She poked, she played, she opened the window, she poked and played some more, and more or less kept him from getting any rest. Once at the hospital, the plan was to lightly sedate him, attach sensors to his brain, and truly test his hearing.
( Read more... )
So the upshot is pretty good news. He probably has some congestion in his ears. His basic equipment (and brain) are dealing with sounds just fine. We'll need to get tubes, likely, or loaner hearing aids (to turn up the gain a little) for a few months as his ears grow, because we don't want to let things be too muffled for him as we move towards speech. He can hear us when we speak to him, but things aren't going to be all that clear, especially quieter sounds.
Everyone we meet in the hearing business praises our Ear-Nose-Throat doctor to the skies, especially as a doctor for children, so hooray for that. We'll just follow his recommendation (we like him too. And he's from Chicago, I think, so should have a good reference for us).
In other news, my son has found his toes (they are so neat!) and his daddy's mouth. When I hold him on my chest and talk, he reaches his upper hand up to play with my lips and beard, staring wonderously at them, and trying to figure it all out.
