Discovery – The start of our journey

I was a beyond happy mother who immediately bonded with my baby. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I would do anything and everything for her. Postpartum depression (PPD) was a very real fear of mine, having struggled with depression and anxiety for the previous years and throughout the pregnancy. Everyone talks about it and it is so common (1 in 7); I was lucky enough to not have been affected…yet the day after I returned home I immediately felt that something was wrong – not with me, but with my child.

We had a home visit from public health, something that is standard in our province, and the nurse was… just okay. Honestly she gave me some really horrible advice about some things that I really wish weren’t said to me. One thing that did happen however was that I was sitting in our chair holding my daughter and our dog – a very large and loud German Shepard x Rottie x Malamute – barked several inches from her face. She continued to sleep soundly through. I questioned the nurse on this, saying that I didn’t think that was a normal response – to which she told me that my baby had heard the dog barking for the last nine 9 months so she was just use to sleeping through that sound. Even at the time I felt unsure, but I knew as a new mom I would be very sensitive to things so if no one else was worried, then I wouldn’t be either. I wouldn’t let my anxiety control me as a parent.

At three weeks of age, we traveled to visit my husband’s sister and enjoyed an amazing weekend at her wedding. At the reception, Jason and I were planning on leaving at the dance portion of the night – how could a baby sleep through night club volumes? Yet, she did. The other guests commented on how lucky we were to have such an amazing sleeper and relaxed newborn.  After an hour or so at the dance, we decided it was time to go back to our room – we were still new parents after all. On our way our a guest let off an air horn several feet from us. I flinched and jumped at the unexpected sound, yet, our daughter still slept through.

It was at that time I allowed my anxiety and suspicions to begin to surface. For the past 3 weeks I had been repressing this horrible feeling in my gut that my baby was ‘wrong’. I feared that it was PPD – I didn’t want to give up breastfeeding to go on medication, and I held an irrational notion that if I admitted I thought something was wrong with my daughter that someone would try to take her away from me… it was as if I would be the worst parent if I thought something was wrong with this perfect new human.

The night of the wedding a large thunderstorm came through. Hail. Thunder. She slept through; I cried knowing my daughter had hearing loss. There was something wrong with my baby.

Upon returning home we went to our family doctor, who agreed that her reaction to sound wasn’t appropriate – meaning non-existent – we were sent to an audiology test in the city. At this time, hearing screening only existed within the cities and us “rural folk” hadn’t yet been given the resources to do the tests.

At 6 weeks of age, the littlest cricket went to her first audiology exam.

She failed her test.

Saying that I cried at this appointment was an understatement. I bawled hysterically and at the end of the appointment stormed out of the room leaving the audio technician, husband and baby in the room. The technician continuously tried to insist that it could be ear wax or fluid causing a false result – or it could have been that she woke up and fed through the exam. I so wholeheartedly believed that my daughter was deaf that these suggestions for the test results made me livid.

I was angry. I was over tired. I was hormonal. I was scared.

Two weeks later we were back at the audiology clinic with an audiologist for a three hour test to determine the level of hearing loss. Our littlest cricket was a champion that afternoon and slept through the entire appointment (which is what you want, silence to measure the Brain Wave activity). The audiologist was gleeful (no, really – GLEEFUL) she was able to get such great data from our daughter.

The results were the same, our daughter is deaf – something appeared to be wrong with the cochlea. What could she hear? Nothing.  70db in on ear and higher (so a jet engine taking off) and the other ear couldn’t be tested as they don’t play loud enough sounds in newborns for her threshold. Jason and I sat in the chair holding hands and our baby girl. Scared of the unknown. Scared that at 2 months of age she already had a disability – and we were aware that it could only be just the beginning. We cried for her, we cried for us – and now that she is 4 months old we still do once in a while.

This is a visual graph showing our Cricket’s hearing loss. The right ear is marked by circles and arrows – showing that is how high it was tested, but without any feedback, so her hearing ability on that side is “worse” than what is indicated. The ‘x’ shows her left side, indicating that she has a severe-profound hearing loss. The “blue bubble” at the top is normal vocal range during a conversation. Not surprising anymore that we could vacuum around our sleeping baby.

I’ve been complimented by many (we have daily doctor appointments for the last two months – I mean MANY) health care workers that I was able to determine that my daughter had hearing loss so fast. How attentive I must be!

I hate hearing this.

Prior to her diagnosis everyone just brushed off her behavior as her being relaxed and calm, it was only due to some exact moments in time that we actually wondered. It isn’t that I’m more attentive, we are just lucky to have had those situations occur and the anxiety to push for a simple test. Additionally, our cricket can’t hear anything. Children with only moderate or severe hearing loss can still pick up some sounds here and there so could and would react to some of the situations we were in which is why most children weren’t determined to be deaf until later in life when their speech patterns didn’t evolve correctly, between 1.5 – 3 years of age. It was only in occasions where hearing loss was expected (other medical issues or family history) where it was really identified earlier. I’ll take credit for being an attentive mother – I am; but it isn’t the reason why her hearing loss was identified so quickly.

In our province, hearing testing has now been implemented in all hospitals (as of September 2018) – and as such we are leading the “new generation” of children with hearing loss in our area. Our daughter is currently (at the time of this post) the youngest at our hearing loss clinic.

Our Birth Story

It was about one year ago I took my pregnancy test and tearfully told my husband I was pregnant. I’ve shared my birth story with others and have had some crazy reactions telling me I shouldn’t share my story because it wasn’t fair to mothers who went through “real labor”. The reality is, is that not every birth is 30+ hours – yes, some are – but not all.  Our little cricket entered the world with determination and my entire experience was about 3 – 3.5 hours long as a first time mother.

The other night some friends were chatting about babies and one asked if it really hurt like they say it does. Yeah. It does. Although I sit here watching my baby sleep and know I would go through that every day for her if I had to.  I wonder how many other mothers feel the same?



At 40 weeks and 6 days, my first contraction was just before 2am. I had Braxton hicks for months prior so decided to time my contractions and get ready for the long haul. My next two were 3 mins apart.

Nope. Not waiting.

I woke up my husband and grabbed our hospital bag. I made it down into the kitchen to find him loading the dishwasher.

Another contraction.

We bickered about him loading the dishes…. he wanted our house clean for the guests who would arrive to meet our child… I didn’t want to give birth in the driveway. Another contraction. Only 1 min apart.

We jumped into the vehicle and drove to our designated hospital. As rural citizens we were to drive to a rural hospital, in the exact opposite direction from the city. It was only 5 mins longer of a drive so we didn’t think it was a big deal. We arrived around 3am, and when asked what was going on I broke into tears saying I

was in pain. Are you in labor? I think so. Okay dear, this way… we walked to an assessment room. During the drive my contractions had slowed to every 5 mins. I was petrified that they would send me home to wait this out. I could hardly walk and needed assistance to remain standing during contractions. I was checked out. 6 cm dilated. I don’t remember how effaced i was, but it wasn’t any different than I had been for the last two weeks.

The nurses admitted me and suggested I get into the shower. I refused, indicating that this was “happening too fast”. The nurse looked at me sympathetically, told me It was going to be a while so try to rest and get comfortable.

“What’s your pain management plan?”

“Kill Bill. Knock me out and I want to wake up to a toddler”.

The nurse looked at me like I was crazy.

“Drugs. Give me all the drugs you can. Dear God this is supposed to get worse!?”

They called the doctor and anesthesiologist – both were on call and had to drive in from the city out to us. We were moved into a delivery room – it was free and I had gotten pretty vocal about these contractions. I was told to go pee; apparently that helps speed things up – although I’m pretty sure they just wanted to minimize what they were in the line of fire for.  I got back into the bed and turned to a nurse.

“I have to push. I’m ready to push now.”

“No dear, it’s too soon.”

“I have to.”

“Well, if you feel the need.”

I pushed. I thought I gave it my all but in hindsight it was rather wimpy. A second nurse walked in and talked about how I shouldn’t be exhausting myself too early, I had only just been admitted and was 6cm dilated after all.

The anesthesiologist came in at this time – looked at me and refused to give me an epidural, determining that if I was wanting to push, I was too advanced in labor for it to kick in. He walked over and I pushed again


It was a movie scene, in my opinion a horror although my husband later swore it was a comedy; and when I say this was a movie scene I’m not joking. My water explodes -it comes out so fast that it hits the wall on the other end of the room and has everyone jumping out of the way. Someone cracked a joke about wearing rubber shoes that day. The nurses get nervous – and tell me they are going to check me again… I was progressing so fast. 100% dilated. Fully effaced. Baby was at station zero and starting to move.

I pushed again, this time being coached by one of the nurses

. Tuck your chin in, grab onto the bed. Give it everything you’ve got. Another push. The doctor walks in and proceeded to ask the nurses why the bed wasn’t set up the way she likes it and asking what other positions I had tried. I remember laughing seeing the nurses roll their eyes and quickly tell her there was no time. I push again. The baby crowns. I push again. Out comes the head. I push again –


Stopping in the middle of a contraction was HORRIBLE and unnatural and painful. I fought it but wasn’t sure how to control it – it’s like being told to just stop your heart for a moment. This was primal. I wasn’t in control of my body.

The baby’s shoulders were stuck. A quick push on my belly and she moved properly. One last push. Out comes my baby.

I don’t remember much of those first few moments. My world went silent, I closed my eyes for a moment and I asked my husband if the baby was breathing, I couldn’t hear a cry.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes – Yes! Baby was crying. I’m still unsure how I couldn’t hear it, but I couldn’t.

Jason, did you tell your wife what your baby is?

It’s a girl

Are you sure? I thought it was going to be a boy.


Taylor, we have a baby girl.


She was placed into my arms and I just stared at this puffy thing covered in slime. I was petrified. How could I be given a newborn? I hadn’t held a small baby let alone something ‘fresh’ to this world.

I laid there for a moment but it felt like forever. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I still can’t take my eyes off of her.

Where To Go From Here?

Apparently writing is therapeutic, although whoever insisted upon this hadn’t watched me scribbling across a page. Stressed. Anxious. Simply tedious.

I decided to blog about our journey with our daughter, who i’ll refer to as the littlest cricket. Upon her diagnosis we were informed we were the ‘beginning of a new generation’ – and when trying to find more information and stories about what to expect, we were quite disappointed_DSC0033. Not much existed and what was out there didn’t feel relevant to us.

We hope that by sharing our experiences, stories and thoughts we can educate and bring a virtual hug to others who are raising deaf children.

At the time of this posting, we are hopeful that our daughter will be eligible for Cochlear Implants, something that we know some members of the Deaf community are strongly against. It’s a time of emotion and days where I can’t help but cry, and other times I am so hopeful and excited that I’m confused as to how I could ever be upset.  It’s a time of confusion, trying to figure out what is “normal” for our family and daughter now between daily doctor appointments and being alone while my husband works out of town.

Perhaps writing can be therapeutic when I’m already anxious and stressed about the topic. So long as this blog can bring a singular person a moment of clarity, or a sense that they aren’t alone, then it’s worth every letter and second that gets poured into it.

I hope that you’ll follow our story along, share your thoughts and stories as well.

“I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.”
― Charlie Chaplin