Mikayla's Blueberry

A few weeks ago Shiloh woke up screaming in the middle of the night. When I say screaming I mean, holy...what the...break out in a mad dash up the stairs. I flew open the door to his room and I thought he was going to do a backflip to get further away from...me. Me? Okay, I admit, perhaps I busted in there like the Kool-Aid man. But I had no idea what was going on. I instinctually, told him it was okay....but he didn't hear me.

Every step I took closer to him he screamed that much more fiercely. I tried turning on the light but that just made him bury his face in the pillow in his bed. I flicked the lights off and tried to move to him again, but he just cried harder and seemed so much more frightened. I tried desperately to calm him with my voice...and as the tears rushed over my cheeks I went to wake Michael. I hoped Michael would be able to walk in to Shiloh's room and calm him. Michael walked right in and Shiloh reached his arms up to him. Once out in the hallway Shiloh saw me and reached for me. I sighed a deep breath and pressed my face to his little chest and hummed so he could feel my love. He wrapped his arms around me and the world was right again.

When Shiloh sleeps, he does not wear his cochlear and he can not hear. When Shiloh is in a tubby or the pool he does not wear his cochlear and he can not hear. But when Shiloh wears his cochlear this is what happens...



Airplanes say AHHHHHHHH.