We have been to a lot of doctors recently. We have been sick. Really, really sick. Just your average winter cough, cold, ear infection, flu type sick but it’s been rough. Probably because this foetus takes enough of my energy to make me feel like crap every day anyway, let alone when I’m fighting off germs and bugs and tending to a toddler (who reverted to sleeping like a newborn, i.e. not, for a few nights) with germs and bugs also!
Anyway, as well as that we have had hearing tests and genetic testing, both of which took up a lot of time and a lot of head space. But I won’t bore you with them, what I will tell you about is how is how brave and how wonderful my William is.
At his hearing test he was a complete star. Have I mentioned to you that the hospital we go to is rubbish? Well it is. Rubbish at everything but in particular rubbish at pediatrics, which, when you think about it, is pretty key, what with Will being a kid and all. But he put up with their prodding and poking and taking his hearing aids out and putting his hearing aids in and out and generally taking forever to mess him around.
And then again at his genetic testing he was again, wonderful. Brave and patient which I think you will agree are two massive achievements for an 18 month old. The testing was at Great Ormand Street which is the leading children’s hospital in the country so the care was fantastic but I still think that he excelled himself in how calm he was throughout.
But the real stories came from when we went to the GP.
At the genetic testing the doctor had used a stethoscope to listen to Will’s tummy and chest. A few days later we visited the GP and there was a stethoscope on her desk. While the doctor and I were talking Will had picked up the stethoscope, lifted up his top and started to try to listen to his own tummy. My heart actually bled with how cute he looked and how clever he was for remembering and re-enacting.
And then back to the GP a few days later where she used a otoscope to look in my ears
When she was finished, Will picked up the otoscope, used it to look in both my ears himself and then took out his hearing aids and put it in his own ears! Again, so very, very cute and clever.
Both of these occasions have brought out a mixture of emotions for me. First, as I hope came through above, is pride at how smart Will is turning out to be. He has seen and been the subject of at otoscope enough timers in his short wee life but I still think it’s amazing how he used it to look in my ears and then his own. And the same for the stethoscope. I love how these things don’t upset him, or make him angry. I love how he takes them in his stride and wants to use them on other people as well as himself. And I especially love that we can use the stethoscope to ‘listen’ to the new baby in mummy’s tummy.
But it’s the guilt that breaks me. The guilt that he even knows what to do with either of those medical instruments. The guilt that he thinks that they are part of life. The guilt that they aren’t for most other children. The guilt that my baby has to go to all these different hospitals in the first place.
But for now I will try to focus on the bravery and the cuteness and my wee boy listening to his baby brother or sister inside his Mummy’s tummy. Because those things make me cry in a good way!