dean + broken
The pregnancy had gone off without a scratch. Mary had given birth to a beautiful, healthy baby boy and after both Mary and John were given the chance to hold the beautiful boy that they named Dean, they took him away to run all the test that they needed to run before he would be released back into their care.
It wasn’t that anything was wrong, it was just the way that things were done and the young couple sat together, waiting for the doctor to walk back in with their son so that they could go home and start their new life.
Except when the doctor returned, he didn’t have Dean in his arms. Instead, he walked in with a small frown on his lips.
He said that Dean was born deaf and there was honestly no reason to explain it, why it happened. Sometimes a child is born and for whatever reason they couldn’t hear.
John felt like he had been punched in the gut. His son, his beautiful baby boy had hardly been alive for two hours and he was already was going to struggle more than any child should.
But then the doctor, after he had apologized, explained that there was a fix. There was an implant that would allow for Dean to be able to hear. An easy fix and John felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs.
“You want to change my son before he can even speak?” John spit. “You want to change who he is?”
The doctors eyes widened. “I didn’t mean it like that, sir. It’s not uncommon for a child to be born deaf and I was just presenting you an option that would be able to fix his hearing.
“Dean is not broken. There is nothing to be fixed.”