Let me provide an example. Today Will had to have tubes put in each ear. My little man suffers from chronic infections, he had one set of tubes but they fell out and the problem persists so we have just received set number two. Minor surgery, lasts 5 minutes, in and out in a couple hours (most of which is waiting for your turn). He's currently playing with cars and watching Dora the Explorer and all is right with the world. While we were waiting for him to wake up from the anesthesia, my mom and I experienced the pleasure of overhearing someone's conversation. Don't you just love it? Its like taking a peek into the asylum on Super Crazy day. A couple was explaining to their son that his brother is going to hear some sounds for the first time today. It could be overwhelming for him and they all had to be sensitive to that. And, they instructed that everyone remember that when they speak to little Miracle Ear (I changed the name to protect this poor boy who will be ridiculed enough for his parents without my help) in anger, they need to remember that he has never heard that before and he will feel it now. Feel it. At first I was impressed. I thought that Mr. Will was getting ear tubes in the same facility as a child getting a cochlear implant or some other such miracle of modern medicine. Some child, some innocent little boy in that surgery center is going to be blessed with the gift of sound... angels will sing, harps will be played, the hand of God will touch this boy and hallelujah, he will hear his mother whisper her love for him. Talk about single tear. Medicine these days is just AMAZING! But wait, that is my doctor (who we shall call Dr. Pepper... not because its his name but because that is what Will calls him) heading over to the family. Dear Lord! My doctor, whose hands were just on Willabug, held the power to restore the sense of hearing to this boy. We were blessed to associate with such a fine physician. Then I hear Dr. Pepper speak. The waiting room din hushes, as we all wait to hear Dr. Pepper explain how the surgery went, what was this little boy's first sound that he heard? Did it work? OH GOD TELL US!!!! And Dr. Pepper said.... "The tubes went in just fine. Couple drops in his ears tonight, Tylenol around noon and you're good to go."
TUBES?!?!?!?!?! Wha? Huh? The same exact thing my kid got? Are you kidding me? Drama Queens, party of two? Your padded room is ready. I admit that Dr. Pepper told us when Will got tubes the first time that his hearing would improve. He said the liquid in his ears from the constant infections could make it hard to discern certain words. But, ladies and gents... he could still hear. Birds sang, I told him I loved him, Elmo's serial killer giggle penetrated those little ear drums and made it through just fine. Don't get me wrong, I love me some ear tubes, as we went six blissful months without ear infections last time. And, I look forward to even longer bliss this time, but Marlee Matlin doesn't need to sign up because they aren't going to help her. And for this family... give me a break. Before tubes, when Will decided to climb onto the television set, I spoke to him with anger... and trust me... he felt it.