Many of Eilidh’s various medical tests are monotonous. This is not to take away from the fact that we are privileged in this country to have such thorough health care for Eilidh. And it is of course no reflection on the amazing professionals that patiently put up with us and our frequent stupid questions. It’s just that nothing is ever conclusive. If her results were any more grey they would be… well, black – but that’s probably not the analogy i’m looking for.
One of my least favourite appointments is with Audiology. Eilidh has had more hearing tests in her 3 years than is fair on one little girl. Every test is inconclusive. We were always heading in the direction that Eilidh would need a hearing aid. She has particularly narrow ear canals and being the snotty, bunged up monster that she is, the likelihood is that she will need some form of hearing support.
That is until this weeks appointment where she responded to all the tests positively. Hearing tests for children are a surreal experience. You are locked in a soundproof room with various outlandish visual and audio stimuli. It is like something Andy Warhol and John Lennon might have created together in one of their more enlightened moments. I would not recommend attending one with a hangover.
Anyway, she passed. Sort of. She responded in some way to all the audio signals during the test. They would have liked her to have repeated her response a few times but she didn’t. I put this down to her being disinterested in the repeated signals. Once you’ve seen one dancing dog eminating alien-like warbles, you’ve seen them all. It’s either a lack of interest in repetition and routine (like her daddy) or downright stubborness (like her mummy) – but either way she didn’t want to play ball.
The consultant felt that a hearing aid at this point is probably not necessary. Although at the last appointment, 4 weeks ago, they suggested that she probably would need one. We also have to go back at the end of the summer to check whether she might need one then. So, conclusively inconclusive.
In my view Eilidh has no hearing problems. She can hear a sweetie wrapper from a hundred yards and she can hear when Peppa Pig comes on at the other end of the house. The audiologists say that as parents we probably know better than any test whether our children have hearing difficulties and that we should trust our instincts.
Funnily enough, Eilidh often doesn’t hear rules or instructions from me or Lynn. My instinct tells me she’s up to mischief on this one!
20th May 2016