Things are about the same, though a little better.
We had meetings this week.
With our doctors and our speech therapists.
To figure out what in the hell is going on with Bette.
And do you know what the conclusion was?
It is an extreme case of the terrible two’s.
Partly due her limited language ability.
And partly due to her now hearing out of both implants.
Apparently.
It is now like she has a stereo in her head.
Which makes me feel bad for her.
I mean, that would give me such a headache.
The other conclusion we all came to?
She needs to be in school.
She wants and needs more stimulation.
And we are going to get it for her.
It will be a little while until she starts school.
Partly because we have to sort things out.
Like how we are going to pay for it.
Because her school costs a fortune.
But seriously.
I am so glad that this mess.
Is starting to get somewhat figured out.
Whew.
That of course does not mean.
Our joyful mornings at home have stopped.
But there is at least some light.
At the end of the tunnel.
So I am not going to lose my mind.
And in the meantime while we sort things out.
I am doing the only thing I know to do.
And that is pray.
I am praying that things.
Get better with Bette.
Because right now.
That is about all I can do.
I sometimes forget that about prayer.
That it is good and acceptable and right.
To pray for something as basic as.
Lord, will you please make this thing in my life better?
Prayer doesn’t have to be fancy.
It doesn’t have to be formal.
Prayer can be simple and basic.
If that is the way we need to pray.
A long time ago.
When my mother was struggling.
And taking lots of pills.
And getting wrecked all the time.
I had a lot of different reactions.
I yelled.
I scolded.
I pleaded with her to stop.
But I don’t remember praying.
That she would get better.
It was such an obvious and basic thing.
But I did not do it.
Even though if anyone had suggested.
That I should pray for God.
To take her desire for the pills away.
I would have thought that was a totally stupid idea.
I would have viewed it as a complete cop out.
As taking the easy road.
As though all we needed to do was pray.
And everything would magically be better.
Instead of her.
Actually doing something.
And taking actual responsibility.
Or actually getting some much needed help.
Still.
I sort of threw the baby out.
With the bath water.
On that one.
So I have begun praying every single day.
That things would get better with Bette.
That she would start doing better.
And feeling better.
And that she would adjust.
To the stereo sound.
That is now apparently going strong.
In her pretty little head.
)
My daughter had tubes put into her ears when she was 2 1/2. They figured she could only hear about 15% out of one ear until that point. The first couple months were hard while she adjusted to all of the new sounds around her. Even our everyday things that we always did were hard. If I tried to vacuum, blow dry my hair, or run the blender, she'd scream. It was almost a month before I could listen to the radio in my car. There are so many things we take for granted that at such a young age, our children just can't process yet.
I'm praying for you and your family during your transition and adjustment that you have peace and joy, even in the rough patches!
I've been reading through your posts this morning and am enjoying your honesty and normalcy! You are keeping it real! Thank you!!
Blessings!!
Sweet lady! Loved this post. Praying for you all. CN
I'm so glad that I found your blog. I am praying for you and your sweet girl too! I love prayer and it is something that I am learning to do more and more. Thanks for this wonderful post.