Thursday, 26 July 2012

The hospital waiting room...


Our visits to KEM are frequent nowadays as Aarav is undergoing aggressive speech therapy. There are also other reasons for our hospital visits, we go to meet his surgeon and her team for every sneeze, to his audiologist for his device, sometimes there are sessions to educate us and keep up to speed regarding these topics and so on..
Usually there is less hustle-bustle in KEM in the mornings, but on weekends we see quite a lot of people like us.

One kid with CI, two siblings with CI. Kids with syndromes that affect hearing and sight and so on, autism, blindness, mental retardation and so many more that I don't even know the names of.

We 'normal' people with our 'normal' lives makes problems for ourselves and then cry about it.
Are these problems really problems?
Or are we being too demanding of the Almighty, who has already given us more than enough?
Are we not being ungrateful?

One look at these kids is enough to make you realize how easy our lives have been.
There are so many problems that these kids have to face!! So many struggles and so many hardships.
Every single day in every thing they do is an extra effort, something that we take for granted.

It is a different world out there. It makes you realize the real truths of life and puts other opinions in perspective.

Parents, in spite of these problems, are 'happy' for even the smallest, tiniest of developments. They celebrate these little joys that parents of normal hearing kids take for granted.
Such happiness is infectious. It warms the heart and brings tears.

"She looks at me when I call her"

"He walks now on his own"

"See!! She put her magnet back on all by herself"

"Stop talking, Will you??"

All being said by CI parents is a pleasure to hear..
You don't need to know one another, but all the feelings are conveyed with a smile.

The waiting room is a experience that dissolves all differences. Caste, color, age, sex, religion, education, social standing, financial status.
Nothing matters.

The hospital waiting room humbles you.

Being the parent of a differently-abled child is definitely not easy. It has its pains and no one else but yourself to wear those pricky painful shoes every darn day.

But are my shoes biting really that bad? Well, maybe not.

I find myself being grateful that our problem at least came with a solution, and the lord blessed us with family, friends, our office colleges and good doctors who helped and supported and stood by us strongly.

"Thank you" is a feeble word.
I owe everything to those who supported us during this time.


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