Sigh.....

What do you want first, the good or the sigh? Sorry, you don't get to pick. We'll go with the sigh first.

I somehow managed to be a little early picking the littles up from school today. I got Vivie from class and found that her cold was getting worse and suspected a rising fever. I headed down the hall to get the Monkey and since the Bug was in a trance in her stroller I decided to peep through the window and try to see what he was doing before he saw me. I saw his teacher and most of the other kids in the class on their knees scooting around acting like a choo choo train. I even heard her call out to Tripp to try and get him to join. I looked around excited to see him act like a train. I looked, and looked, and then I saw my boy. He was laying on the floor flicking his fingers up and down like he was counting something only he was aware of and compeletely ignoring all that was going on around him.



I've never been punched in the gut, but I can imagine what I felt in that moment was pretty close to it. I watched a little more and he did eventually get off the floor, but it wasn't to play choo choo. He went where I couldn't see him anymore so I really don't know what he did. Then I got spotted by one of the little girls in the class so I went ahead and went in. I was greeted with a "Hi Mommy." and he was perfectly happy to gather his things and head home. I couldn't shake that sinking feeling though.


When we got home I got them both down for a nap and went and checked the mail. I turned in the paperwork I had ready to the school district today and left a note that I had still not received anything from the psychologist to fill out. Well, it was in the mailbox when I got home! So I opened it up and was hit by another heart sinking moment. There was nothing special about the paperwork itself, it was just so official. The questionnaires were real - you know, professionally printed. The title on one of them rang a bell in my head as an instrument I had learned about at some point in my education. It all just seemed so big at that moment. I shoved it all back in the envelope and threw it on the couch. Sigh..................


Now, here's the good bit. I took my sweet Monkey to have his hearing tested last Wednesday. I was a bit anxious about how it would go given his sensitivity to sounds and detest of things covering his ears. I was sitting in the little booth when the Dr. came in. The first thing she said to me was," I've been reviewing Ginger's notes." I about fell out of the chair. Ginger is our speech therapist. She is the angel God put on my team. She didn't even do the referral for the hearing test, our pedi did. The week before we had a session with Ginger and she apparently made a point of making contact with the audiologist and sharing her notes with her. Dr. Dubona didn't even attempt to put the headphones on my son. She felt like it would just frustrate him and then make it even harder to try another option. Praise God! Praise him for Ginger who is so clearly an angel for my family and praise Him for the audiologist who took the time to read before she walked in the door.


She did the test by having sounds come out of different speakers and when he turned to the sound she would make a little animal dance to reinforce his response. Tripp, being Tripp quickly figured out who was making the animals dance and tried to pick out a pattern. He kept looking at her through the window and saying "Do duh bunny!" as he pointed at it. Of course, she couldn't do it if he was asking for it. Then at one point he wasn't turning his head to the noise but said instead "Whassat?" She came through the speakers laughing a bit and assured me that would count as a hearing response! Needless to say, he passed his hearing test and she gave me a copy of the results before I left the office. I honestly can't imagine how it could've gone smoother. I did find it interesting that he responded better to the white noise sounds than he did to her voice calling out his name. Odd.

And by the way, I did get all that paperwork back out and I filled it out tonight. I'll drop it off tomorrow or Thursday. (tomorrow will be hectic between Vivie's sickness and my Nana moving into Bluebonnet here in town) Keep those prayers going. Things seems to be getting more hectic everyday. I'm holding my breath to see if Tripp will catch the cold (?) that Paris seems to have passed to Vivie. Sickness always makes him act weird. Of course, in the midst of these assessments that could work to our advantage I suppose. Pray, pray, pray - I know God's the one keeping me from loosing what's left of my mind so please, pray for us as the month speeds up.