Easter - the aftermath

The washing machine is grinding to a halt after its fourth run of the day; the toy Dyson lies where it was abandoned on the rug; a rapidly deflating McDonalds balloon bumps limply across the floor at the slightest breeze and Tom, not before time, sleeps soundly in 'the racing car bed'. The house is quiet and the Easter Holiday weekend is at an end. The tornado that is the Family Smith has passed on and we can rest again.

I make it sound more dramatic than it was; these old university friends of mine and their three delightful children were no different to any family of five wired on a heady cocktail of Fanta and their youngest's body weight in chocolate. And Tom adored them. He followed the older ones round, he directed questions to them and understood what they said back. Tom laughed with Ellis and Rhianna and, as part of a joint project with the latter that will be worth a couple of credits in delinquent school, coated much of the shed in chalk. He chased and was pursued; he tickled and guffawed and generally had a ball.

And so did we.

The weekend was exceptional merely in its ordinariness, the sort of weekend families have together, and it couldn't have come at a better time for us. So, in the style of all the therapy sessions we subject Tom and ourselves to, here are our 'take home messages' from the weekend.

1. The house of the Golden Arches is a perfectly acceptable, nay ideal, restaurant of choice for an Easter Sunday lunch with four under-10s.
2. An hour-and-a-half long bedtime tantrum is par for the course and not, as nagging voices in the backs of minds will have it, in any way exacerbated by Tom's deafness. It's exacerbated by chocolate.
3. Staying off the topic of work isn't always the best course of action on holiday weekends, particularly not when one of said friends is an Occupational Therapist who, in a few short minutes, came up with some excellent suggestions for helping Tom with his still-slightly-suspect balance. Tom was discharged with unseemly haste from the out-patient physiotherapy and while I don't doubt there are far more needy cases in their long, long waiting list, this experience sits in the 'not good' half of our NHS experiences pros and cons list.
   

So there you go Smiths - there's your mention. You are deserving of so much more though - this weekend has been a much needed shot in the arm for us all. Thanks.

This Implant was brought to you by...

In the midst of all the anguish, tension and distress of the past few months we have been propped up by a wonderful circle of family and friends, some of whom drop by this blog occasionally. The love and kindness shown to Tom, Nik and I has touched us deeply and I hope we have gone some way towards showing how grateful we continue to be.

The generosity was not just of the 'spirit' variety. As it became evident that the national purse had its limitations (before, in fact), donations began to make their way to us, quickly removing any financial obstacle to the second implant. This has left us staggered - we never asked and yet you gave.

Although we have endeavoured to thank as many of you as would let us, we feel the need to let the world know and be reassured that human beings like to love and help each other given half a chance. So, the following all have shares in Tom's left ear and have nagging rights should he EVER fail to pay attention in school.

• Becky and all the tinytalk groups around the country who took part in the quiz.
• Those who saw East Midlands Today (Anne and Terry) and were touched by Tom's innate cuteness.
• Heidi and Zak and the guests at their wedding who took the option of not enlarging the couple's stock of china. You are such splendid, splendid people and it was a splendid, splendid wedding to boot - Tom was at his charming best throughout, even when telling everyone in the church to 'shussshh the baby's sleeping!!' at the top of his voice.
• Extended family members - aunts, uncles and cousins at various stages of removal - and close family friends who have been generous to a degree that leaves me floored.
• All Tom's grandparents and great grandparents - you are all too lovely for words. Your level of generosity has earned you all the right to be entertained by Tom throughout the school holidays and we will fix up a rota to ensure none of you miss out on your allotted weeks.
• The Vestry Convenor and congregation at St. Ninian's Church in Castle Douglas who gave the proceeds of the church's 15oth anniversary concert and to Balliol Consort who sang so beautifully I'm told (and kindly waived their fee).

There's an even longer list of neighbours, friends, relatives of friends and strangers who, in various ways, have given of themselves for Tom. So...Doreen and Patrick, with your constant supply of sweets, you're not helping us get Tom to eat his tea!

Thank you.