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Tooth Fairy, Here’s Another One

(for my own sense of security, I’m not using real names. If you know me well, you will know who I’m talking about. For those who don’t, I hope you don’t get lost without names to follow.)

Tonight is my wedding anniversary of ten years, and my whole family decided to celebrate it together with ice cream for several reasons. One, we were on a tight budget; Two, I am in the middle of recovering from a bad allergic reaction from last night’s dose of a new allergy medicine (go figure, right?) , along with Bronchitis. Those two are not a plesant combination. But, don’t worry, my doctor has taken care of me and I’m feeling much better than last night.

Anyways… That’s not why I am writing. What happened tonight IS what I want to share.

To tell you what happened tonight, I need to explain a little bit about my daughter.

When she lost her first tooth, it was a scary experience for her. She didn’t like the idea of losing a tooth, and she cried when we tried to help her get it out. It did finally fall out on it’s own, but she was still terrified of losing her teeth. The next one she lost, she accidently swallowed because she refused to let me take it out when it was just barely hanging there. She got upset over that because she thought the tooth fairy wouldn’t visit her and give her any money for it. To console her, we suggested her to write a letter to explain what happened. With my help, we did make a card for the tooth fairy to explain what happened. The next morning she was thrilled to see a dollar and a little scroll of a note in return. “Thank you.” It was done with the cutest little writing on the crimpled small piece of paper. That made her day.

That note didn’t ease her fear, as the next two teeth were just as a struggle. One finally fell out in an apple to her shock, and next her little brother knocked it out while playing rough. The latter scared her the most. “I don’t want to lose another tooth, Mama!!!” We did find the tooth, much to her relief.

It was almost six months before another tooth would become loose. The one, the star of the story, should have fallen out to an accident around that time of the other tooth had been knocked out. Another boy had ran his head into her mouth, ramming this tooth into an awkward position away from the neighboring new grown in front tooth. “Don’t worry.” I told her. “That tooth will soon come out anyways.”

She waited and waited…

A week ago, up until today, she had been asking constantly if her tooth would be ready to come out. “Not yet. It’s not loose enough.” She would frown with frustration, begin trying to wiggle it more, or beg to have me pull it out. I suggested I make an appointment with her dentist for it to be pulled out. “NO! I don’t want to go to the dentist, Mama!” She pleaded.

I think the thought of the dentist pulling it out scared her, as, apparently, she had been wiggling it whenever she could.

I came home from work today, with ice cream in tow to have us all celebrate the 10 year wedding anniversary of Mommy and Daddy, to find my daughter grinning from ear to ear. “Mommy! It’s really loose now! Could you try pulling it out?” I saw her open her mouth and show me how loose it was. My eyes bugged at the sight of it. “It looks like you can get it out tonight! Go ahead and try to pull it out. ” I didn’t want to pull it out, to be honest, so I thought it would be better that she did. I waited to hear her whimper at the idea, but instead she eagerly began to try pulling it out. It didn’t budge. Personally, I don’t think she was pulling hard enough.

I suggested the pliers, and it was her turn to have eyes wide open in shock. “No! I don’t want that. It might hurt!” She left me in the kitchen in a hurry, and I was able to return to the job of cooking up a simple dinner for the family.

It wasn’t even five minutes…

A sobbing cry burst from the living room, intermingled with a jubilant cry, “It came out!”. I was definitely confused at hearing that combination.

“What happened?!”

My husband also heard the commotion, but with his blindness, he didn’t see what had happened not too far from him where he sat. He also asked what was going on.

My daughter, with a bloody mouth and a gaping window where the tooth once was, cries out with a huge smile on her face, “He hit me and it came out!”

In the same moment, I see my five year old son sobbing near her. I soothed him to tell him that he wasn’t in trouble. He still continued to cry. “What’s wrong?” The answer surprised me.

“She hit me!”

Okay… Wait, a minute.

My gorey looking daughter, with blood still caked around her mouth and a tissue now in hand to dab the blood away from where the tooth once was, explained, “We hit each other, Mama! He hit my tooth out of my mouth!”  She was still as happy as if I had just given her a twenty dollar bill.

What is a mother supposed to say at that moment?

I soothed my son and eventually convinced him that he wasn’t in trouble, even though hitting is not a good idea, even if it was in the plan of getting a tooth out.  It won’t be long when it will be his turn to start loosing his baby teeth.

The tooth fairy has got a tooth that has quite a story behind it. Wouldn’t you say?


Silent Motherhood

As I walked through the hallway of my church with my two children, I watched other children talk to their parents; I realized how different it was between my kids and I. It became evident as I saw my four year old sign to me, “Ihop?” His little pinky finger bounced up and down with a hopeful expression across his face. My daughter rubs her chest with a flat palm, saying “Please?” with her own eyebrows raised with hope of being able to get some pancakes. I sign back without my voice, “Wait. Call Dad, See-see can go.” In the English translation, that would be, “Wait until I call Dad first, so we can find out if we can go or not.” They nod their heads in understanding. I do speak when I sign sometimes, since some signs they are still learning, but as they grow up I know it will become more fluent between us.

It isn’t easy raising two children who are hearing when both my husband and I are deaf, though my husband hears better than I can. I have had moments when communication would fall through between my kids and I. I can remember one time when I heard my kids fighting and my son calls out, “Mommy! Mairi hit me!” I stepped in, naturally, and asked my daughter if that was true. She tried to explain herself, but it ended up coming to me as that she had done so out of anger. I sent her to room in tears as I had been angry with what I understood happened. My husband came to me and explained that I had misheard her. “She accidently hit him because they were holding the toy at the same time and she let go.” I felt so bad, and naturally went to my little girl and apologized. I sat there holding my little girl knowing that it was going to be something to work on, developing better communication skills between us all. “I’m sorry. Maybe we should work on our signing more to where you can tell me in sign what happened.” She nodded her head. I had depended on lip reading for so long with my kids, and signed on occasion, especially when I didn’t have my hearing aids. It wasn’t until a few months ago I started signing a whole lot more with them. They love it. Just the other weekend, my son tells me to take my hearing aids off so we could sign more when we had come home from a deaf craft fair. He even tries to sign songs with me. My daughter is also picking up on that as well, and she was so proud to be able to sign to me that she was going to sing Silent Night at her Girl Scout caroling as she gathered up into the crowd of girls to sing. She’s only six, so her signing skills are still progressing. Fingerspelling is something she is recently getting better at, and it is cute how she spells words as she’s in first grade.

As my son gets ready to go to school this next Fall, we’re in the process of getting a hearing dog for myself. With no one here to help me hear things like the door or my phone going off, it is hard for me to imagine coping on my own. My husband is going blind and we had thought about getting dog for him originally, but he rejected it since the city isn’t very seeing dog friendly with the closest place for him to take a dog to relieve himself is about three to four blocks away from his work. 

Having a dad who is blind and hard of hearing is different for my children, but that’s a whole different blog to share…

One of my favorite discussions we had about the dog situation was when I told the kids we would be very possibly getting a hearing dog for me when Paulie goes to school. Mairi speaks up, “But what about Daddy? Isn’t he getting a seeing dog?” We explain to her that it is harder for their dad to care for a seeing dog than it is for me to care for a hearing dog. My forthright son speaks up loud so we can all hear, “What about a talking dog? Can we get one of those?” We all laughed and explained that we called dogs “seeing” and “hearing” for the fact they would do those things for those who can’t see or hear. “Mommy can’t hear and needs to have someone help her not miss the door knock or the phone, and a dog can do that.” They are all excited about the prospect of having a dog in the family, but it will take some practice to get them to understand not to play with the dog when he/she is working for me. The little jacket they put on the dogs when they work will be what will help them know it’s working.  I am excited as well, as it will help reduce some of the loneliness of having both my children at school. 

I know as they grow older, the adventures of raising C.O.D.As  (Child of Deaf Adults) will continue to be eventful and have many stories to share as time goes by. I’m excited and looking forward to it.