So I’ll tell you a few things before I talk about the hearing aids. Cooper came out of surgery mad as hell. Gosh that kid is a fighter. He had an IV and was super distraught. We literally took his gown off, threw a t-shirt on him and took him home. We wanted to be home. We were tired. And overhwhelemed. And so freaking scared that we couldn’t think.
On the ride home I kept saying, “he’s going to get teased. I’m not doing it. I’m not putting him in hearing aids. I won’t. I can’t. It shouldn’t be like this. Why is it so hard.”
My husband kept trying to be logical. He’s a fixer. “Kate, he can’t hear. This will get him talking. It’s going to be fine. I promise.”
When we got home Cooper went right to sleep. And slept 6 hours. (Remember, this is the kid that wasn’t sleeping.) When he woke up, he walked into the living room and went right to his toy box. He bent over it and pulled out his toys. And sat down and played. He played for the first time in months. Cars and trucks and books.
I can’t even begin to tell you what that meant to me. He wasn’t in pain anymore. He was rested. He wanted to play. And I wanted to play with him. We spent the afternoon laughing. I think I hugged and kissed him 5000 times in the next few hours.
I just kept looking at him and thinking your life is going to be so much harder sweet boy. But I will be here for you. I will fight for you.
Cooper went to sleep that night and slept through the night for the first time in months. He woke up rested and ate a big breakfast. One word. Relief.