I am too ashamed to even look at when the date of our last post was. Life has an annoying habit of just passing you by and, before you know it, a couple of months have disappeared.
One of the problems with being a parent of a child with a CI is living with it every single day. This also has its positives, but, what is most troublesome is that you very rarely step back and notice the changes. Aunty Bee and Uncle Andy (Alice’s Godparents) are forever telling us how much they are wowed when they see Alice – “She has come on so much” they tell us.
This is (hopefully) true. It is, however, difficult sometimes to see this. Teaching Alice to speak and hear can feel a bit like pushing water up hill and then, bang, she takes a leap forward.
It is now a year since Alice was first switched on. Alice seems very proud of her new voice and is starting to construct some relatively complex sentences – “I need more biscuits” being a current favourite. That said there are days when it is still so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel – the dream that is “age appropriate speech and language”. We have to keep telling ourselves that she will get there. We know she will, but some days it is hard.
It all seems a very long time ago now that we first started on this journey. Even though it has only been a year, so much has happened in that time that I feel like I have aged 10 years in just one.
At Easter, Alice had her first visit to Disneyland Paris. (I say first as it is unlikely we will get away with not taking her back). There is nothing nicer than to hear Alice saying (in some delight) “Mishy Mouse” – it’s not perfect, but, for now, it is more than we could ever have hoped for.