Saturday, 29 October 2011

Glue ear and fitting in. #specialsaturday

What do I love about being a mum or Mummy, mm tough one I could go a sugary sentimental journey but hat just not me. So what I love the most perhaps the up most is arguing with my son.

A puzzling choice , not a knee jerk reaction of a other? read on then you will see why I love with my son after all every good story has a truely heart felt conclusion doesn't it.

Well when J was born he  was a normal baby until all the problems started happening, the constant eczema which is inherited. The sudden coughing fits and gastric problems. the fussy eating, the projectile vomiting.

As he grew then there was the sudden tiredness and falling asleep anywhere ( asthma ) the allergy to food colourings. The inability to live my side, his allergy to cats ( we had to get rid of our cat)s. yes J was one nervous child constant trips to the hospital seeing various medical professionals.

Then more problems came then there was the problem with him being slightly sugar slow and then the bouts of anemia.

Whilst I appreciate these problems aren't as severe as many problems experience with their child of children it is still heartbreaking as well..

Throughout out this I had noticed  that J was not communicating , he had passed his baby hearing test hardly rocket science when he took it.

J was born in September 1998 and looking at an entry from his health book dated June 2000 that he has made little progress with his speech. The silly health visitor said his comprehension appeared good, well it wasn't I assure you. The toing and froing continued with the health visitors still ignoring me. This continued until around October 2001 when J still wasn't really speaking. Eventually after basically a sit in protest at the doctors we got a referral to the hospital where he was diagnosed with Glue ear. He had his operation to have grommets inserted after the usual long weight for an the operation.

Progress was slow but really came into its own on a holiday to Center Parcs in March 2002 when he was three and a half We were on our bikes and J was in a child seat behind me, a squirrel ran in front of me and J said " Bloody Squirrel" and j repeated this all day.

J had been learning sign language at nursery and and a least now there was a focus on his language skills , of course this had now developed. He was a slow learner at Infant School because of his previous problems, nervous and clingy. We had  problems with parties etc he still wouldn't leave my side till he was nearly seven. I just plonked him into beavers one day and ran , same with football cruel but kind and as a result he developed.

So that's why I love arguing with him he has developed into a heartfelt young boy who knows his own mind and is making his own way in the world. He is an academic high fly er play rugby for our County , top sport mans for the schooll. Plays a musical instrument he is an all rounder. What more could I ask for than an argument about his sock draw...?

This has previously appeared as a guest post .


  1. What a touching post. Very brave of you to share all the problems. I completely agree with you about how Mums sometimes have to dig their heels in & refuse to shut up, quite difficult when faced with health professionals who think you are an over anxious mother!
    A couple of months ago Daisy (now aged 10 months) was really, really poorly. She just wasn't reacting very well to anything, was streaming with mucus and coughing (a really poor little baby cough, it was heartbreaking).
    We rang the out of hours doc who dismissed it as a cold without even bothering to check. We rang the health visitor who basically said 'keep an eye on her until tomorrow and ring the doc if she gets worse'. We were so stressed - which in turn probably didn't help Daisy. Eventually I went & knocked on my next door neightbour's door, (he's a paramedic) & apologised & asked if he would mind checking Daisy - he did and found she had a nasty chest infection. He gave us brilliant advice but the thing that stuck with me was when he said paramedics are told to listen to mums. Because if a mum says there is something wrong with their child then there probably is! I'm pleased to say Daisy recovered well - but it has made me more determined to stick to my guns if necessary in future!

  2. Damn glue ear.

    I am sorry you had such a crap experience with HVs, in the end, it was our GP who was pants and the HV who referred us for a hearing test in the first place. Luck of the draw and all that.


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