Whispering Sweet Nothings

I am waiting on pins and needles for the call to go get hearing aids (finally). My little Schmoozer loves to read books. He loves to imitate anyone and everyone, when he finds something he can hear, he holds it to his ear and listens over and over and over and over.

How I long for him to hear me read to him (do you know how hard it is to sign when you are reading a book with a child on your lap?) How I long to tell him the names of all these wonderful things that he sees. How I long to see him sing and dance to music on the radio. How I long for him to hear the sweet nothings I whisper in his ear.

I feel robbed. Robbed of the experience of a hearing child. Robbed of the give and take communication that comes so easily with the hearing child. Schmoozer technically can hear, but at 70 dB, he cannot hear any speech sounds, which in my mind means he's deaf. My heart aches with the longing to have him hear. Please join me in praying that he readily accepts the hearing aids, and that his mind will be open to all the wonderful sounds that he will suddenly be able to hear.