Moot Thoughts & Musings

Yesterday morning as we were waiting on the train platform to go down to University City, a young man wearing hearing aids came up to Ellis and cooed calling to his friend, "look at this cute baby!!" His speech was difficult to understand, and he signed with his friend, so I knew he was deaf. I told him Ellis was deaf, and we talked a little. I used the one or two signs I knew as best I could. But I don't really know enough to communicate effectively, nevertheless we had a nice short visit with this friendly guy.

Ellis is such a good kid at the hospital. I'm so proud of him all the time. He's so patient as they poke and prod his ears. He waits patiently even though he is often so tired, as it's impossible to accomodate nap time.

We left with a cute loaner aid in his left ear, which we can use as we sort of insurance information to get him his own aids. He's very calm as I put it in his ear and hasn't tried to tug at it or anything.

I still don't know if he's able to pick up much with it. It's not turning on a light bulb or anything. If there's anything, it'll probably dawn on him gradually what sound is.

In the meantime, I have his CD of Bach's Goldberg Variations blaring as loud as I can stand it. Hey, he can at least feel the vibrations, if nothing else.