My friend's son failed his newborn hearing screening. I knew there was a problem when I called and she said, "Call me back in ten minutes, because the doctor and nurse are here to give me the results of the hearing test." Uh. What? A doc and a nurse? Never a good sign. You normally sign the paper on the way out the door, if they even bother to show it to you. I had to get another copy of Emmi's when I found out she was deaf, because I didn't even know if I was ever given one.
I waited two hours to call her back. I knew there was something wrong, and I just couldn't stand to hear it. I am sure that is wrong, but I wasn't sure I could handle it. When I did call back, she seemed unconcerned. Although, really that isn't the right word. Uninformed. Unaware. They told her there was a chance it was fluid in the ears. It could be. But? Wouldn't they have checked for that? I mean, it isn't hard to see fluid in the ears. I am not a doctor, and I can tell you how they check for that. They wouldn't need a follow up appointment for an ABR for that. It didn't add up. But she was not worried, yet, and I didn't want to be the one to say anything. And, of course, there is still the possibility that there really is nothing wrong. (Please, please let that be the case.)
It just isn't fair. I keep thinking, "Is this why we became friends? Because we would need each other when we raised our deaf children together?" And instead of comforting me, I feel responsible for this too.