Our knees were knockin'.
Our fingers were crossed.
And today we got two thumbs up on a perfectly good pair of ears.
It seems that allowing sufficient time to pass post-tube surgery and RSV fiasco, in addition to putting McKay through two courses of ear drops, was just the thing our little man needed to jump start his ears.
His ENT signed off on normal-range of hearing today and asked to see us in one year. Ahhh. One FULL year.
That's not to say we don't have our work cut out for us catching Mac up on the language delays he likely suffered from nearly five months of constant ear infections and fluid on his inner ear, but that seems sooooo much better than the alternative. I'm a truly lousy sign teacher.
So if I speak in a slowed, slightly louder than required tone and repeat myself several times when handing you an everyday object (i.e., a DRINK, you want a DRINK, yes, a DRINK), just smile and know that I must love you as audibly as I love my stop-worrying-because-my-ears-are-just-fine-mom Mr. McKay.