Another memory grazed my mind today. My daughter was born with a deformity on her ear. They told me it might mean she was deaf. The next day, they gave her a newborn hearing screen, which proved she wasn’t deaf. But I always wondered, what if they were wrong?
Then when she was about six months old, she was sitting up with one of those plastic toys that’s a cone with rings over it. I walked up behind her and clapped my hands. I could see her clearly get startled. She started crying loudly. Oh no! I picked her up and bounced her around and kept apologizing. “I’m sorry, Baby!” I kept saying. “Mommy knows now that you aren’t deaf!” 😩
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