My son was making progress. He was alert! He was working hard to make his body strong.
The doctors were happy with the improvement he was making. The milestones he was meeting. It seemed like he was doing something new every day.
One thing they told me was that his ability to speak might take longer than the physical part. Just like the eye would take longer to heal.
He was doing well, but sometimes I would distract him during therapy. So his doctors encouraged me to be "busy" while he was in treatment.
One day when I couldn't be "busy," his speech therapist invited me to join them. They had been working that week on mouthing words. It was their 3rd day.
I sat next to him as she taught him to mouth 1-5. He then would try to move his mouth without sounds. I watched as he moved his lips 1,2,3,4.......Fffffiiiivvvvveeee he finally said. I was in shock and overjoyed. Tears formed in my eyes. I had not heard his voice in so long. His therapist was also surprised, and she joined in with all of the emotions I had. She encouraged him to keep counting to ten.
She then said, " I am very proud of you. Can you try to tell Mom you love her?"
He turned to look at me. He opened his mouth, and with a shaky voice, he slowly said with tears in his eyes, "I love you, mom."
Those words filled my body with joy, hope, and strength. He then moved into singing happy birthday! I was amazed by how much he was saying when we didn't expect him to speak that day.
Once we returned to his room, his nurse heard he had spoken in therapy. So he came in and said, "hi" I looked at my son and said. "Could you say hi back" he did. His nurse was thrilled to hear his voice. That was a great day!
His doctors and nurses became part of us, part of our journey. They were as invested in his recovery as much as I was. We were blessed to have such a caring and fantastic team for him. We still do!
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