Friday, August 6, 2010

Flashback Friday: Speaking in Grunts

The operation left the Bean's throat so raw and sore that he refused to talk.  It was easier for him to walk around with cheeks filled with saliva and pantomiming everything than it was to open his mouth.  I could hardly blame him.  But the trouble was that because he was only 3 1/2, he didn't know how to properly pantomime.  Everything was a series of grunts, either long or short depending on the severity of the request. 

“Ugh, ugh ugh. Uhhhh ugh uh uh.”

Yet this was the only way in which he would communicate.

Through all of this, there was a couple of times where I'd been quite impressed with myself because I'd been able to understand what he was trying to stay.  This went beyond requests to get his Lambie or to put Cars on (again).  Like the night he wanted me to sleep in his room.  I have no clue how we did it, but we managed to have a full conversation based on me asking the right questions and him grunting in response. 

There are not many people that I could do this with. I’ve never been very good at charades.

2 comments:

Bobbie said...

I found myself nodding and smiling knowly as I read this post, and the original, describing post-op behavior. Our son acted exactly the same way after having his tonsils removed this past December (also at 3 1/2 yrs old). Administering meds felt like medievil torture, and we knew when each dosing time was getting close as he would stop talking or swallowing saliva. He refused to eat anything but scrambled eggs, and he was even finicky with those. As you said, even ice cream was not persuasive. It was the worst 10 days of our parenting lives (to this point). We were so glad to get our son back just in time for Christmas. He had been replaced with an alien being for 2 weeks... :)

Daddy Geek Boy said...

It's the absolute worst. Except for a friend of mine's kid. We prepped the mom for the torture she was going to face and the kid barely acted like anything had happened to him at all.

Lucky fuckers.