Little teeny legs getting hugged by little teeny blood pressure cuffs. On a good day, it could be a fun game.
Pair it with an IV, though, and the game's not so fun anymore. It turns into 'don't let him pull it out' in the poke of a needle. It's all good, though. the blue cars make it all worth it, don't you think?
Of course, while he's passed out, the nurses think it'll be fun to tape little metal snaps onto his forehead and attach brain readers hooked wirelessly to a machine. You know, this could be the clue to controlling the world.
Put more behind his ear and insert micro-mini-spy-man-ear-buds and send him secret messages. For an hour and a half. Then record what his brain thinks of the secret messages.
Of course, if you're sending secret spy messages into one ear, you've got to remember to plug the other ear. You know, so the enemy isn't sending subversive messages through the right ear while you're sending yours through the left.
If only he could sleep this sleep of the dead in his own bed, say from 8pm sharp to no earlier than 730am. I'll take 5 of those, please. One for each of the kids. Minus the IV, please.
The results of Ed's sedated ABR (fancy talk for hearing test): the right ear hears wonderfully. The left ear almost hears as well, with slight loss in the lowest range (most likely the one mom speaks in, which also happens to be inherited from the paternal genes) (ahem). There is also a slight delay between the time that sounds are heard and his brain processes them, but that coincides perfectly with the rest of his delays, so it was expected. The prognosis? Hearing loss is not the cause of his lack of speech. We could redo the test after his ears quit draining from the tubes, but the loss is minimal enough that it's really not a big deal either way. Our boy just has his own ideas of how he's going to go about life.
Poor kid was drunk all day again from lingering effects of the sedative. Ikea, not so fun (besides the gorgeous poppies I got), but the nap did wonders.
3 comments:
There you are! I've been wondering...Ya know, one of my brothers didn't speak a single word until he was well past three years-old. The doctors told my mom he was probably severely retarded because she had the chicken pox while she was pregnant with him. One night at dinner he was pounding on his table like usual when he burst out with, "I want another hot dog!" He had honestly never spoken two words together EVER. It was so shocking! I don't know your situation, and I can't tell you not to worry because that's ridiculous. I just wish for you to get some answers soon. :)
That test was looking suspiciously familiar and then you admitted the truth. ABR- that is what Nae had to do non-sedated at 6 weeks old. It was not fun, or at least not nearly as fun as you depict here :). Best to the boy (can't remember his psudoneumn). He is such a sport to get poked etc. and we are sending good vibes in your direction.
he's grown up so much .... so cute:)
Glad he doesn't have hearing loss.
keeping you guys in my prayers.
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