Magical Thinking

Our nanny said something to me the other day that made me irrationally angry.
While I was picking Miles up (and coincidentally, he didn't have his hearing aids in) she told me that her faith tells her that once Miles has developed his speech, he won't need the hearing aids anymore.
This really bothered me and I had to think about why. In explaining it to Jeff I was able to put my finger on it.
It has taken me this long to accept that Miles will always need his hearing aids. Always. We went through plenty of denial- maybe the tests are wrong, maybe it really isn't that bad. And when I finally got to the point of accepting his impairment, and realizing on the grand scheme of things, it really isn't that bad, I really don't need someone messing up that acceptance. As I told Jeff, it's like someone finally accepting that they have a life threatening cancer and someone else saying, "You'll be all right. I've prayed for you."
Now, I have nothing against prayer. Anyone can do as much praying for Miles as they would like. But to tell me that they have faith that his hearing impairment will just vanish pisses me off. It denies my concerns for all that he needs- the language development, constant use of his hearing aids, sign language and all other ways that a caregiver needs to make modifications for a hearing impaired child.

The year 1 check up

Miles went to the doctor on Wednesday.
Here's an example of how scattered I am- I show up Wednesday afternoon after leaving school about 20 minutes before the end of the day and about an hour before I really should (my students were in art class), to get to the doctor's office by 3 pm. The receptionist looked at her schedule and said, "Sorry, mom, it looks like the appointment is actually tomorrow." Yikes!
But they were able to fit me in anyway.
Miles is 31 inches long (80th percentile), 22 lbs. 8oz. (50th percentile) with a head circumference of 18.5 inches (75th percentile). He's so long, he's not really fitting into the 18-24 month old onesies we recently got for him- at least not with the cloth diapers.
Yikes!
He got three shots, which he handled like a really trooper, and we'll have to start the Hep B series next month. He's got the go ahead to start eating just about everything as long as he can chew it and it's not a choking hazard. Maybe we can bump up his weight percentile. :)

Miles is 1!

Last Friday was Miles' first birthday. I was looking at pictures of him from when he was first born and he looks so different now. He is a real little boy now, playing hide and seek, laughing like crazy on the swings, climbing on everything. We weren't able to really celebrate on his birthday as Jeff and I had to work but we had a family day on Saturday which was great. We opened presents, went to the park, had some cake and spent all day together. It was fun and just what I was needing.

Here are some pics from the day: