{"id":121995,"date":"2025-04-12T18:21:23","date_gmt":"2025-04-12T11:21:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=121995"},"modified":"2025-04-12T18:21:23","modified_gmt":"2025-04-12T11:21:23","slug":"the-child-was-born-deaf-leave-him-at-the-hospital-im-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/the-child-was-born-deaf-leave-him-at-the-hospital-im-not\/","title":{"rendered":"The child was born deaf? Leave him at the hospital, I\u2019m not&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The child was born deaf? Leave him at the hospital, I\u2019m not going to raise a child like that!\u201d \u2014 said my wife, raising her voice.\n<p>\u2014 Our boy was born deaf? Leave him at the hospital, I\u2019m not ready to nurture such a child!\u201d \u2014 my wife\u2019s voice rang with a fury I had never noticed before.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Olga, what are you saying? This is flesh of our flesh,\u201d \u2014 I looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.\n</p><p>The doctor put his hand on my shoulder: \u201cCongenital deafness, complete. Unfortunately, there\u2019s no chance of recovery.\u201d<br>\nIn these sounds, which my son would never hear, reality was terrible.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 You don\u2019t understand, Sasha,\u201d \u2014 Olga said.\n</p><p>\u201cThis is a sentence for us for life. Special conditions\u2026 We\u2019ll just destroy ourselves. When will we live?\u201d\n</p><p>I shifted my gaze to the tiny bundle. A small, wrinkled face, gently pink and peaceful.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-121998 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/04%5C/born-deaf.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1000\"' height='\"1200\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/born-deaf.jpg' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 I\u2019m taking him home,\u201d \u2014 I said quietly but firmly. \u201c\u2014 What?\u201d \u201c\u2014 I said I\u2019m taking the baby. Alone.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Are you out of your mind? You\u2019re working part-time as an electrician! How are you going to raise such a baby?\u201d \u201c\u2014 Exactly the same as any other. Day by day.\u201d\n</p><p>In the morning, I found that Olga had abondoned, leaving a note with two lines: \u201cSorry. I can\u2019t control it.\u201d\n</p><p>Five years of life together were only four words on a torn notebook page.<br>\nA week later, I delivered my son to my home.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 And how are you going to manage alone?\u201d \u2014 our neighbor Marina Petrovna called out from behind the fence as I approached the house. \u201c\u2014 No idea,\u201d \u2014 I answered honestly. \u201c\u2014 But there\u2019s no choice.\u201d\n</p><p>The first months transformed into an endless survival race. I learned to alter diapers with one hand while working part-time job.\n</p><p>The village commented: \u201cPoor guy,\u201d \u201cHe shouldn\u2019t have let his wife go,\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s not a man\u2019s job to suffer from diapers.\u201d\n</p><p>I realized a simple truth: my son didn\u2019t know he was missing anything. To him, the world had always been peaceful. But that didn\u2019t make him imperfect. In his world, there were just unsimilar rules.\n</p><p>Every day, we learned a new language. Seeing my sleeping son in his crib, I often thought: \u201cHow can anyone reject their own child just because he\u2019s not like everyone else?\u201d\n</p><p>Fortunately, I had recently received a house from my parents and sold it, so I had enough money for living expenses, and I could only work in my free time when the neighbors could watch the baby.\n</p><p>Thus, we began a new life.<br>\nAfter 5 years, Denis grew into a smart, smiled boy with unruly brown curls.\n</p><p>Our house was full of a language without sounds \u2014 a language of images and touches. I mastered the sign language for objects, actions, and feelings. My son also learned.\n</p><p>At night, when Denis fell asleep, I would call the representative of schools to register for study.<br>\n\u201c\u2014 Alexander, you understand that our school is not equipped to teach a child like yours?\u201d \u2014 the principal, Nadezhda Igorevna, said softly but firmly. \u201c\u2014 Specialists are needed, special methods\u2026\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 What if I accompany him to classes? Translate everything the teachers say?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 And when will you work?\u201d \u2014 she sighed. \u201c\u2014 Sasha, understand, he needs a boarding school for the hearing impaired in the city.\u201d\n</p><p>The solution came unpredictedly with the arrival of a new teacher.\n</p><p>Anna Sergeevna transferred to our village school from the city. I met her for the first time in our local store, where she was unsuccessfully trying to explain to Nina Fyodorovna that she was prepare for the local press.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 We don\u2019t have any newspapers,\u201d \u2014 I intervened. \u201c\u2014 But there\u2019s Zinaida Petrovna. She delivers the mail and also collects and expands all the gossip. A walking newspaper, you could say.\u201d\n</p><p>Anna laughed said:<br>\n\u201c\u2014 Thanks for the tip,\u201d \u2014 she extended her hand. \u201c\u2014 I\u2019m Anna, the new elementary school teacher.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 My son says you have a beautiful smile,\u201d \u2014 I translated.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 You understand sign language?\u201d \u2014 she quickly questioned.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Yes,\u201d \u2014 Denis responded with gestures. \u201c\u2014 Dad taught me.\u201d\n</p><p>To my surprise, Denis already understand a lot \u2014 he had learned to read some words by lip-reading and had taught himself the basics of math.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 And an incredible attention to detail. He can\u2019t hear, but he notices what others miss.\u201d\n</p><p>One evening, when Denis was already in the middle of the tenth dream, we sat on the veranda.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 You know,\u201d \u2014 Anna said quietly, \u201c\u2014 I\u2019ve never met a father like you.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 What kind of father?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 A real one. The kind who doesn\u2019t take the easy path.\u201d\n</p><p>Six months later, their marriage came true.\n</p><p>No fanfare, no noise, just the closest ones. Denis carried the pillow with the rings, beaming with pride over the task entrusted to him.\n</p><p>And then, six months later, a little miracle occured in our life.\n</p><p>Anna brought back from a trip to the city an experimental hearing aid she got through old connections.<br>\n\u201c\u2014 It won\u2019t improve full hearing,\u201d \u2014 she concerned, \u201c\u2014 but it may help distinguish very loud sounds.\u201d\n</p><p>We installed the device, not expecting much. Anna picked up a bell and rang it right next to Denis\u2019s ear.\n</p><p>My son\u2019s face transformed \u2014 his eyes widened, his lips parted in amazement.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 I felt something! What was that?\u201d\n</p><p>And over time, Denis called Anna \u201cMom\u201d for the first time.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Tell me about my real mom,\u201d \u2014 Denis\u2019s gestures were confident.\n</p><p>I knew this question was undeniable. But it still caught me off guard.<br>\n\u201c\u2014 Why now?\u201d \u2014 my hands moved slower than usual.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 I want to know everything that\u2019s left in the past before moving forward,\u201d \u2014 Denis smiled.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019ve been offered a job,\u201d \u2014 Denis smiled. \u201c\u2014 At an IT company. Remote development. They liked my contest project.\u201d\n</p><p>Despite deafness, he developed an amazing ability to see patterns in code that others missed.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Congratulations, son!\u201d \u2014 I hugged him. \u201c\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 A new stage is coming,\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 I want to settle everything that\u2019s left in the past before moving forward.\u201d\n</p><p>When the doctors shared her about your deafness, she broke down.\n</p><p>She was scared she wouldn\u2019t deal with, scared of the life that awaited us.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 She wanted to leave me at the hospital?\u201d \u2014 Denis said.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Yes,\u201d \u2014 I admitted. \u201c\u2014 She said she couldn\u2019t nurture a special child.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Did you ever tell her about me? Did you try to find her?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 No,\u201d \u2014 I mutted. \u201c\u2014 She left for good. I heard she got married in the city, had more kids. I didn\u2019t seek out a meeting. I thought \u2014 if she wants, she\u2019ll find me.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Do you regret it?\u201d \u2014 His gaze was piercing. \u201c\u2014 Staying with me alone?\u201d\n</p><p>I smiled:\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Not a single day, son. Not a single minute.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 What\u2019s this serious conversation about?\u201d \u2014 her hands fluttered in the air, creating words.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 The past,\u201d \u2014 Denis answered, then turned to me. \u201c\u2014 I forgive her, Dad. But I don\u2019t want to meet her. My real mom is here,\u201d \u2014 he threw a warm glance at Anna.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 He\u2019s grown into an amazing person,\u201d \u2014 she said, resting her head on my shoulder.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 Thanks to you,\u201d \u2014 I kissed her on the temple.\n</p><p>\u201c\u2014 No,\u201d \u2014 she shook her head. \u201c\u2014 Thanks to your decision.\u201d\n</p><p>So we sat together under the evening sky \u2014 not a perfect family, but a true one. 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