Thursday was Vivian’s ABR test. We were up and out the door bright and early, arriving right on time. Shortly after arrival we went back for the nurse to take her vitals and get ready for the procedure. My favorite part was when Vivian made a monkey sound and handed her magna doodle to the nurse – she wanted her to draw a monkey. The nurse obliged but was quite embarassed by the final product. I personally love seeing everyone’s different renditions of Vivian’s requested animals. The anesthesiologist was quite a character, yelling “weeee, weeee, weeee” while pushing baby girl to the procedure room.
One of us was allowed to go back with her while she was put to sleep and I was the lucky one. The doctor put the mask over her face, I gave her a kiss and left her to take a very good nap. About 45 minutes later the doctor came out to share the results. Vivian doesn’t have any hearing loss. Everything about her hearing leading up to her brain works. That’s good news, of course – but what gives? Immediately I start wondering what was wrong with her brain. I suppose we’ll follow up with a neurologist to see if there’s anything that can be done or if they can provide us with any additional information, but I doubt it.
I think either way the test results came back, I would be upset. If she would have had hearing loss, that would be unfortunate, but most likely there would be something we can do to fix it. Of course I wouldn’t want that, but part of me was hoping that maybe she just needed a hearing aid. We would pop it in and all the sudden I would have a daughter that I could get to know better. She could tell me if she’s hungry, full, thirsty, hot, cold, tired; what she wants to play with, what she wants me to draw…she could tell me she loves me. Was this naive of me? Yes. Of course. But some part of me has to remain optimistic. Now here we are again with no real answers. We’ll play the cards we’re dealt and make the best of everything.