Thanksgiving is suddenly upon us. Bennie's school does a Thanksgiving Feast with the kids dressing up as pilgrims, turkeys, and Indians. While they will learn in the coming years that the pilgrims weren't really all that friendly to the Indians, it was a feast filled with songs about friendship (We are Pilgrims/We are Indians/Let's be friends, Let's be friends/We will work together), thankfulness (we say thank you/merci/etc), and an overload of cuteness.
This kid-- she doesn't just kill me; she slays me. Over and over again and again.
A few weeks ago, maybe months by this point, we made the discovery that Bennie couldn't hear. No, she wasn't deaf- but her hearing was bad. She wasn't being a defiant three year old, the kid couldn't hear!
Children her age should hear at a level of 10-15, per the audiologist-- she was at a level of 35. Whoops!
Off we go to surgery for tubes and adenoids.
The doctor does his thing and about 43 seconds later, he is meeting me to discuss the surgery.
A conversation started about tonsils and if we had ever considered taking them out.
Me: Is she still under?
Doctor: Yes we are all finished, but she's still under.
Me: Do it.
Doctor: Do what?
Me: Take her tonsils out.
Doctor: Do you want to discuss it with your husband?
Me: Yeah, but he isn't here. You are saying she is going to need them taken out at some point. She's still under right now. So, no- I don't need to. Go! Do it!
Doctor: Are you sure? I am happy to come back and do it at a later date.
Me: NO! GO! We don't want her to wake up! GO!
Doctor: Okie-dokie. We'll see you in about 63 more seconds.
After surgery, recovery, and some serious misery-- the kid can hear!
The kid can hear really, really well. So well that loud noises, off key noises (read: my singing), and medium-loud noises bother her. She's been in her little bubble of silence so long that this new world of sound has an adjustment period.
If you can't tell.....
After the turkeys, the Indians, and the Pilgrims-- it was time for prayers and a feast.
Bennie is at a new school this year and we are so happy for her. She is enjoying herself, too. So much so that she has a friend. "My berry best friend, Bib-E-Ahn."
Meet Big Viv:
Isn't she cute?
Her parents went to school with Husband and she has both a big bother and little brother with twin siblings on the way!
seeing Bennie make friends at the new school tells me that we made the right decision on her relocation. Life can be tough, even at 3 3/4 years of age. Glad that now Bennie's life is a little easier. We're thankful for that!
From my little turkey to yours-- Happy Thanksgiving. I have much to be thankful for and hope that you do, too.
Life is beautiful~