Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Baby Kenny's POSITIVE water birth story!

There is so much FEAR regarding birth in our culture. People are often quick to tell pregnant women all about the pain and the negative, scary parts of labor... but what about the GOOD? What about the positive parts of it? Are there any beside getting to hold your baby at the end of it?? YES! I want to shout it from the roof tops!   I had a wonderful experience and LOVED giving birth!!  I will write a separate post on the things I did to PREPARE for this to help others hopefully have a great experience too.  In the meantime, here is Kenny's birth story:  (I've included every detail so I can remember it forever! :)

Kenny’s birth story

If I could summarize Kenny’s birth in one word, it would be: WOW.

THE SHORT STORY:
The reason this birth experience was so amazing was because it was so smooth. It was so smooth because I’ve learned the power of listening to your own intuition in life, “trusting your gut” or “following the spirit.”  You know exactly what you need, it’s intuitive and natural. It comes from within your body, your spirit, your mind. You just need to learn to listen and not be afraid act on it. This is true for every aspect of life. I worked hard to prepare myself ahead of time with knowledge, positivity, creating the best environment, etc and I witnessed that pay off, way more than I could have expected. I saw the power of surrounding yourself with positivity and a great support team. And the power of choice; the power of choosing a new, more positive birth experience.  I was able to witness the miracle and the power of the female human body in bringing a baby into the world with minimal intervention, and have the pain be managed as well.  And the entire experience went so fast: The first timed contraction was at 2:00 AM and Kenny was born at 5:51 AM. Holy cow! That is 1/4 the time I spent in labor with Teddy. It was beautiful and wonderful and I’m eternally grateful I could have this experience.

THE DETAILED STORY:
Kenny’s due date was May 22, 2016.  I’d been fairly positive/happy and patient up until this point, continuing to live life like normal knowing he’d arrive when he was ready.  It ended up being 10 days past his due date. The night before he was born, Memorial Day, I had started to get frustrated and slightly discouraged- physically I was feeling pretty good, but emotionally we were just so ready for him to arrive and I didn’t want to feel like we were just “killing time” anymore.  We went to my in laws house for a BBQ. I went out for a walk and said “That’s it! I’m not stopping walking until I’m in labor!” 
   **Also, I had planned on Jon coming for the walk with me and he ended up staying home to watch Iron Giant because he was feeling tired. It made me unusually upset and I was feeling mad (through my walk I re-identified the emotion as I felt mad because I wanted him to come join in connecting together and him helping me move this labor along instead of feeling it was all on my shoulders… Really I was feeling sad that he wasn’t coming, and then really the underlying emotion of THAT was that I was feeling fear- scared of labor and making sure the baby was healthy and everything would be okay, etc.
  ***Several people told me I should just be induced- why was I waiting?  I really, really wanted to avoid it if possible because I’d heard some horror stories. And I genuinely believe in the body’s ability to be able to do this without it.  If I got to the point of being at 42 weeks and it was starting to be a threat to mine or my baby’s health, I absolutely would start looking at other options! But at my check ups, everything was healthy so I trusted my intuition and kept waiting. 

  About an hour and a half later, it was starting to get dark so I headed back. I had a heart-to-heart talk with Kenny. “Look, we gotta work together here. You do your part, and I’ll do mine. We just really need to to come out!” Some people may say you can’t control when you start labor, but in this moment, I really felt connected with him that we were in this together.

 We (Lisa, jon, Teddy and I) went home and Teddy was being real sweet and cute.  He asked if we could snuggle in Mama and Dada’s bed. Normally I don’t want to set bad habits so I stick with his usual bedtime routine in his room. He was persistent tonight and since I knew life would be changing for him soon enough so I said “sure!” and we got all ready for bed and got in our bed to read books, tell stories, and snuggle.  He was soooo happy. And even though he was so tired, he kept turning to look up at me and raise his arm up around me and tuck his head into me to squeeze me and give me a hug and say “mmmm! I love you mama!” with a smile.  He fell asleep between me and Jon. I fell asleep while snuggling and woke up about 20 minutes later with his sweaty head making my arm fall asleep. I lifted up his dead weight, cute little blue and white striped “Zap!” pajama’d body, and put him in his crib.  
   **This is a part of Kenny coming later than expected that ended up being so beautiful which is the connection we got to have with Teddy.  These last two weeks he seems to have grown.. more sweet, more thoughtful, more affectionate.  He shares hugs and kisses and it was like he sensed the magnitude of the change that was coming for our family. I love him so much. He is the sweetest, most special little boy. I’m really grateful for the extra time I spent with him these last few weeks.

After that, I was unable to go back to sleep. Even though I get up and have to pee a lot while pregnant, I'm still able to get back to sleep pretty well so this was not typical. I dinked around for awhile on my phone and ended up posting some funny cartoons on Facebook about the struggles of babies who are past due. Less than one hour after posting that, I went into labor!!

*LABOR BEGINS*
At 2:00 AM I timed my first “real" contraction. It wasn’t very painful but it felt different than the contractions I’d been having the last couple weeks. I timed them for about 30 minutes and they were about 6 minutes apart, with inconsistent pains every 3.5 minutes. I couldn't tell if these in-between pains were contractions or gas pains or something but I thought I'd better page the midwife and check in. She asked about the level of pain and I said I wasn't feeling too much of it so she said “great! Sounds like your labor is starting so plan on calling me/heading up to the hospital when the contractions get a little closer together.”  We hung up and the very next contraction became INTENSE. And the little inbetween pains became obvious contractions!       Before I knew it, I was having intense, drop-me-to-the-floor contractions every 3 minutes! I had woken Jon up at this point and said “I think we need to leave to the hospital like, NOW!” He did a great job of getting us out that door! My mom is in town visiting so we notified her and she stayed home with Teddy who was asleep.  
  **I had an overwhelming mix of emotions at this point. I was so excited that my labor was finally starting! But I was kinda confused by the contractions and unsure if I was going to have a baby 14 hours from now or while on the way to the hospital! I’d been preparing for MONTHS for this moment that was finally here, and now it was going so fast, I couldn’t wrap my head around what the original PLAN had been— all the messages I’d planned to read, the shower I planned to take and make my hair look cute before hand, etc was all out the window! But I had prepared enough that I wasn’t SCARED. I knew I just needed to trust my body and it’d be okay!   I was startled at how I instantly was taken back to Teddy’s labor and the pain associated with that. It’s an emotional scar for me and was pretty traumatizing which is why I prepared so much for this time around. I think I nearly went into shock during these first big contractions because I was scared of the anticipation of what pain could come as this labor progressed. Fear. 
  **While we were making the 15 minute drive to the hospital, I was in the middle of a contraction when we saw this white hairy nasty dead possum in the middle of the freeway. There was no time to swerve and you just heard/felt a “thunk thunk!” as we rolled over it. I was pretty emotional and gasped and turned to Jon and genuinely said with sad eyes “why would you do that??” Hahah. We both cracked up. It was so gross and sad and funny!  Later my mom mentioned she saw a flattened possum and she laughed when I told her it was us!

We arrived to the Legacy Salmon Creek hospital around 3:30 AM and Jon dropped me off at the front where I was on the ground in the parking lot from the intensity of the contraction. A sweet girl brought out a wheelchair and zipped me up to labor and delivery floor 4.  Every single person we interacted with from the minute we got to the hospital was SO nice and helpful! Each one contributed to making the experience so great! This gal kept my mind off things by asking about the baby’s name, gender, telling me I was doing great, reminding me to breath, etc. 


I made it to the water birth room where I met my nurse Christen who was AWESOME. She had a long brown braid and friendly brown eyes, and she knew exactly how to calm me down. She talked with me throughout the whole delivery reminding me to breathe, relax, and even would press her finger in-between my eye brows and force my eye brows to stop tensing during contractions and softly press my shoulders down when they tensed.  She said her shift finished at 6:00 AM and she hoped she’d be here to see the delivery, but in both our minds, there was no way that was actually going to happen.  Kenny pleasantly surprised both of us so she could witness what she described as one of the most beautiful, perfect births she’d ever seen and was so grateful she could be a part of it. 
  **(I learned the importance of surrounding yourself with the right support group for you. It was fate for Kristen to be my nurse as she was just the person I needed, Elizabeth was my midwife and was so calming to be around- she directed me just enough and yet allowed me the respect and space to make decisions too, Jonno was there to emotionally support me but since I had these other two gals, I didn’t need him for THAT piece as much this time around so he was able to set the mood/tone in the room with music, aromatherapy, visuals, etc.)

They checked me right away and said I was 5cm dilated. I had planned on doing a water birth but had been open to anything, depending on what my body needed this day.  The contractions were much more intense than I expected and it was such a whirlwind how fast this was all happening. I told them I wanted the epidural NOW and the nurses said I needed to do bloodwork and have an IV first but they could give me a dose of Fentanyl now. Within two minutes, I felt it take affect and felt much more calm. It took the edge off. I got in the warm tub (there was one tub for soaking and one for birthing) and relaxed. Jon set up stations throughout the room with essential oils diffuser, rocks, Enya, cute Teddy reminders (a car, batman figurine, and a little Piston Cup) and got the Go Pro set up to record. He gave me a blue lapis lazuli rock to hold (it is said to provide strength- it totally worked) that I held pretty much from that point on and draw strength from. My awesome, calming midwife Elizabeth arrived. (She’s got long dark hair, a kind smile, and is pregnant and expecting her baby in July. She has a very calming presence. I'd only met her once before for five minutes which was long enough for me to hope she was the one on call the day I went into labor!) I told Elizabeth I was starting to feel more intensity again and increased pressure and maybe the meds were wearing off.  She said “let’s go check and see how far dilated you are.”  I got out of the tub, laid on the bed, and she said “Okay, looks like you are at 9 CM.” and I said “WHAT?!” This was the complete opposite experience I had with Teddy where I labored for HOURS and only progressed ONE cm. Now I just labored for ONE hour and went from 5cm to 9cm!!  She said “if you’d still like the epidural, we can do it now, but it may or may not have time to take full effect- you’re progressing quickly. I’m not sure we’ll even have time to fill the tub up!”  Holy cow!!  So we decided to get the tub going, forget the epidural, and let’s do this!!
I spent the last 20 minutes or so of labor in the birthing tub.  Jon came over with the Go Pro camera strapped on his head and while I could feel the baby was really low and about time to start pushing, the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected.  My Fentanyl had worn off, but I was OK.  Between contractions I was smiling and so happy that baby Kenny was finally almost here!!  I was so excited!!  (**I had written myself some notes beforehand to read at different parts of labor: “Read THIS when you start labor, Read THIS when you are in the middle of it, Read THIS during a difficult time of labor” etc. I didn’t have time to read them during labor, but I thought about the words several times. I had told myself “REMEMBER to ENJOY the moment, be happy and smile between contractions, and know baby Kenny is ALMOST here! You’re doing great!” It really helped! Also, the supportive and encouraging words from family and friends I had read beforehand too lifted my spirits and helped me KNOW I could do this!) 
















A major difference in this labor and delivery vs my first was my ability to listen to and trust my intuition.  This labor flowed so naturally. A big reason it flowed so smoothly was because I didn’t get in my own way, I just listened to what I needed and made it happen.  So when I felt like it was time to push, I trusted that and pushed.  After one or two pushes, Elizabeth said “you can reach down and feel his head.”  Feeling that gave me strength to keep going- knowing I was making progress and he was so so close!  After about three pushes, my water broke = more progress!  It was feeling intense and I knew I could do it but also knew I needed some support. I turned and made eye contact with my midwife and said “Elizabeth..” she knew exactly what I meant and needed.  She directed me with her words to keep going, I was doing great, almost there, breathe through this.  I was tempted to just push and get this over with but I felt like if I pushed too hard and forced it, I would tear. So I allowed myself to be patient and calm. On the next push, his head came out and then the rest of his body.  No tearing, no stitches needed.
(With Teddy I had three severe tears that took a long time to heal post-partum.) I lifted this precious baby up from the water and put him on my chest and hugged him.  He was perfectly calm and quiet. His skin was a dark purple color.  I was so happy and then got nervous.. why wasn’t he crying? Was he okay?” I asked the midwife and she said “He is HEALTHY and PERFECT, he is just relaxed and enjoying this moment still being in the warm water with you.”  (Water birth babies are said to have an easier transition into the real world because they’ve been in this warm, wet environment for the last nine months and now they are born into another warm, wet environment so it’s not as startling of a transition.)
He had his eyes open looking around, his purple skin color eventually changed to pink. The first thing I noticed about him was how different his nose looked from Teddy’s and his distinguished “butt chin!” :D  It looked like a little “W.” AND how LONG his fingers were.  He was smaller/skinnier boned than Teddy had been and I knew right away he wasn’t > 8 pounds like I’d expected since he was so much past his due date. His spirit was sooo… sweet.  Calm. Peaceful.  Our hearts were connected. 
   **I’d felt connected with him first when I was about 6 months pregnant and I went to a yoga class.  I finally was in an environment that was quiet and calm enough that I could really connect with him. I felt him kick around and called him my little Yogi baby. :) I knew he was a special guy then and that he would have a more calm, quiet, introverted demeanor in life. Another time later on, I had an experience of dreaming and visualizing my body and seeing my own strong heart beating and then a little tiny red heart quickly beating in the lower right of my tummy and realized how interconnected myself and this baby were.. And the realization pretty soon after he was born that my own heart is still beating, but the emptiness in my tummy where he once was for so long, and there is no longer a second heartbeat there.  **Teddy has loved the idea of heart beats for awhile now too.  Ever since he came with me to Kenny’s first Ultrasound appointment and heard Kenny’s heart beat. He was fascinated by it. Anytime he sees a heart shape, he calls it a ‘heart beat.’  “Mama, can I please have a chocolate heart beat cookie?” :)** 
  I think because I was able to listen to intuition more, I could connect with him in a different way.  Like I wrote earlier, I’d had the heart to heart talk with him just the night before. I know the power in our bond and the strength between us. He has a powerful little spirit.

I sat there in the tub holding my new son, enjoying each second, each moment. This experience had just gone so FAST and it was MAGICAL. I was in disbelief Kenny was really here, I’d just had this incredible, beautiful, nearly PERFECT experience.  Jon had joined me in the tub for the last couple minutes. One of the most special moments is watching the face of your partner hold your baby for the first time. So much love in his eyes as he adores him and in his thoughtful smile. It makes me fall in love with Jon all over again to see him love this baby we created together with love. 

We got out of the tub and got cleaned up. I laid on the bed and held Kenny longer and a few minutes later my mom walked in the room and said “a BABY!” and was surprised!  We had called my mother in law Susie to head over to be with Teddy so my mom could join us at the hospital.  Because I progressed so quickly, there wasn’t time for her to make it. I was really hoping for her to be there because it’s a special gift to be present to witness a baby be born and she does a great job capturing the moment with photos. However, life just has a way of working out..  It ended up being kind of nice to have the intimacy of just Jon and myself there. Who knows if that is one reason it was so perfect is because it was so much more personal. When I was about to start pushing, Jon’s phone was ringing and I could see texts coming in from both our moms.  I started worrying about THEM instead of focusing on being in the moment. I actually felt my pain increase in that moment. I asked Jon to put his phone in the other room so I could stay focused and the pain decreased. 
  **My mom was so great and has been up here the last two weeks and was happy to be home with Teddy or in the hospital room with us, either way, whatever she could do to help. And Susie was so great to zoom over to watch Teddy and brought us treats and flowers to the hospital to greet us and a prize for Teddy becoming a big brother.
  **
(When Teddy was born, there were lots of people in the room, even student nurses I didn’t know who came up to me after to tell me “Thanks for letting us watch your waterbirth! It was our first time witnessing one!”  I felt much more vulnerable. I read somewhere that if an animal is in labor in the wild and a predator comes around, the animal will stop their labor and go to a new, safer location then continue. They said humans can be the same way- a labor can begin and progress well, then you get to a hospital and feel scared because of bright lights and people poking at you and strangers staring, and you close up and labor pauses. That made sense to me!)


Later on, Teddy got to come to the hospital and meet Kenny for the first time. I was in the bathroom so I didn’t see their first moment but for months, Teddy has been so excited to meet his baby brother because he was going to bring Teddy some prizes for becoming a big brother!  We had two big bags with three wrapped gifts inside. Teddy opened up a new big talking Tow-Mater toy, a big Lightning McQueen basket car, and a little Chick Hicks car. He was sooo happy and said “THANK YOU baby brother!” and gave him a kiss.  He spent the rest of the time on the floor playing with these cars and eating all the tic tacs Susie had brought. :) The nurses all loved Teddy and his car obsession and fun loving personality and entertainment he provides.  

We handed out Apache Tears rocks my Grandpa Darwin collected and polished along with his instruction card on how to make them work their magic to all the nurses and staff along the way. It brought smiles to everyone’s faces to take a piece of Kenny Darwin home with them!

We love this boy so much and look forward to all our adventures with him in the future!


Sunday, February 14, 2016

What it is like to grow up as a hearing child with deaf parents


There is a beauty and curiosity surrounding the deaf culture, and sign language in particular.  I am sharing my thoughts in this blog with answers to many common questions I've received over the years regarding my experience of growing up in the deaf culture.

"Nancy, will you describe to me what the waves in the ocean sound like?"

When I was 12 years old, my deaf father took me on a road trip down the Oregon Coast. We stopped at Cannon Beach where he asked me this question.  This was the first time in my life I realized how different our lives must be as I struggled to put into words and sign language this impossible description.

"So, your parents are deaf. Have they always been deaf?" 

I am a CODA- a Child of a Deaf Adult. I am hearing. My parents, Gary and Lisa, were both born deaf. Both of my grandmothers got sick with German Measles (also known as Rubella) while pregnant and the permanent side effect was that it impacted their baby's senses. The largest group of deaf people in the country are between the ages of 55-60 as that was the time of the Rubella outbreak.
 
    (*This is why I support vaccinations because my grandmothers didn't have the chance at that time to get vaccinated and this picture would look very different if they had. We are so fortunate for technology. It is shocking and sad to hear that for the first time in 40 years, rubella is on the rise again due to people choosing not to immunize their children. I encourage people to do your own research and learn all sides before making your personal opinion and decision and be willing to hear all sides.) 

My Grandma Ann (Lisa's mom) didn't even know she was pregnant yet when she got sick with the measles. Because she was so early on in her pregnancy, the sickness affected several of my mom's senses so she was born deaf, blind in one eye, and unable to smell.

"Do you have any siblings? Are they deaf?"

I have two older siblings- my sister, Shirley, who is four years older than me and my brother, Steven, who is two years older. Because the deafness was caused by the rubella, it is NOT hereditary and we were all born hearing. I have no greater risk of having a deaf child than any other hearing person I know.

I also have a younger half brother who IS deaf.  My parents divorced when I was 10 and my dad remarried another deaf lady named Dina Marie.  They had a baby boy named Nolan who is 16 years younger than me.  Nolan was born 3 months premature. We are not sure if Nolan is deaf because it is hereditary from his mom (they had some genetic testing done an found it could possibly be Waardenburg Syndrome in different levels) or from being born so early. He is a gem and bright spot in our lives and has his perfect spot in our family!

"What was that like growing up with deaf parents?" 

I remember people asking me this question often when I was growing up.  And at that time, I couldn't understand the question. When you're a kid, you don't know that anything in your life is "different." All you know is your life- it's all "normal" to you.  It wasn't until I became an adult that I understood the curiosity behind this question.

A few stories that come to mind are:

1) From as early as I can remember, I interpreted for my parents.  Even as a four year old, we would have conversations where I was expected to relay information back and forth between my mom and other adults from ordering food at a restaurant to talking to policemen or teachers.  I never dared lie and misinterpret what was being said on either end- it just didn't seem right.

2) I grew up in a world where we had exposure to many different disabilities, most of this happened on Sundays as we attended a Mormon church with deaf members. I'm grateful for this because it taught me to judge someone based off their heart, not their outer appearance, paycheck, or level of education.

3)  I'll never forget one time my mom leaving me a voicemail on my phone via a male interpreter and the look on my friend's face when he heard the low, manly voice say "Hi Nancy, this is your mother." Haha! I quickly explained that my mom was not a man. :)

When I was younger, if I wanted to call my parents from school or a friend's house, I'd have to call them through the relay service. I had to memorize this LONG random phone number and be connected with a TDD interpreter. I gave them my parent's phone number where they would call and use a TDD (see picture here) to type what I said, my parents would read it, then type back, where the interpreter would speak it to me.  These phone calls took SO LONG!!  A simple conversation of me calling home to ask to stay longer at Lacey's house would look something like this:

....call relay service, wait wait wait, finally connect to Mom......

"Hello. This is Lisa. GA."  (GA meant 'Go Ahead' AKA 'now it's your turn to talk!') typing.
.....pause....
"Hi, this is Nancy. Go Ahead" speaking
.....pause......
"Hi. What's up? GA" typing
....pause......
"Can I stay at Lacey's house longer? Go Ahead" speaking
...pause...
"Who is Lucy? GA"
....pause.....
"No, LACEY. Go ahead."
.....pause.....
"I don't understand. You mean you come home? GA"
....pause.....
"No, can I stay at LACEY's house longer? Go Ahead."
...pause....
15 minutes later.......
"I love you. SK" typing (SK was code for "I'm hanging up now"
"I love you too. SK" speaking

These phone calls took forever!  Eventually VRS came along which is amazing and deaf or hard of hearing people could connect a camera to a monitor and be able to sign back and forth.

4) While in high school my friends assumed since my parents were deaf, it made it easy for me to sneak out of the house at night. However, when one sense is weakened, others are often heightened,  If I turned on a light or took even two steps outside my room, my mom would see/feel it and her bedroom light flashed on to investigate. We couldn't get away with much!

I remember going out TP-ing and egging with a couple girlfriends when I was about 13 and coming back to my mom sitting on the stairs SO MAD as she SPANKED me on the butt! I was horrified (I was 13- that was so embarrassing and un-cool to be spanked in front of them!!) and I don't think I ever went again.

5) When I was in first grade, I was practicing with my mom for a spelling test.  She typed the word in the computer and it would say it out loud to me, then I had to finger spell it back to her.  I couldn't understand the word and she tried a couple times then finally had to spell it to me. I thought it was so cool that I "got out" of spelling that word! Haha.

6) It was not uncommon for water to be left on or random electronics to be making noise at our house. I don't even hear it most of the time now because I grew up with it. And people assume that since we went to a deaf church, it was very quiet. It was the OPPOSITE.  Deaf people usually don't know how loud they are being or that they are making noise at all! And all us CODAs would be so noisy and our parents didn't mind since they couldn't hear us. :)

"How did you learn to speak?" 

Just like a hearing person spends time teaching their child to speak, my parents spent time with me teaching me to sign to communicate with them.  My first word to speak and sign was "dog." I still love dogs to this day! :)  We have home videos of my mom sitting with Shirley for hours teaching her to sign. Shirley has beautiful signing abilities to this day.

Also, babies vocal chords aren't fully developed until they get older so even if they know what they want, they can't communicate it. Sign language provides a GREAT way for babies to let you know what they want--- and have you ever seen a signing baby? It's the cutest thing ever!!

Like I wrote earlier, I had older hearing siblings and that is mostly who I learned to speak from.  We also had the TV on in our house pretty much all the time which is what contributed to our colorful vocabulary!

Actually, I remember a story growing up that one time when Shirley was pretty young (about seven years old or so) my grandma Ann came out from Utah to visit us in California where we lived. Shirley, as this sweet, bubbly, brown eyed, brown haired little girl kept dropping swear words out loud and my parents had no idea.  My grandma was shocked and finally figured out WHY when we got in the car to drive and we had a rap station on the radio. Can you imagine?? Ha! Our music became a bit more sensored after that.

"How did your parents know when someone as the door or when you cried as a baby?"

Our phone and doorbell were connected to lights throughout our house. When you rang the doorbell or the phone rang, these lights would flash.  We also had dogs through the years who did a good job notifying my parents as well.

As babies, there were special baby monitors that would vibrate or flash lights. **Though my mom claims all three of her babies *magically* slept through the night after a few weeks old. Since having a child of my own who didn't more than three hours at a time until 6 months old, I consider this one of the BLESSINGS of deafness! And I'm pretty sure they sleep trained us easily. :)

"How did your parents learn to communicate?"
There weren't many options when my parents were younger and not much research had been done yet. As most parents do, my grandparents did the best they knew how.

LISA:
My mom, Lisa, attended an oral program in Utah where basically she was taught as if she was hearing.  She struggled to communicate with speaking and reading lips and was limited.  When she was 11 years old, a boy transferred to her school and gave her an A-Z sign language alphabet card and showed her a few signs.

At age 14, she attended a youth conference where she was fascinated by an interpreter and drawn to them. My grandparents knew she needed something different in her life.  While it was hard for them emotionally, they decided to take her to a deaf church.

Lisa described that experience by saying:
"Grandma talked with me about going to deaf ward. I won't go. She said 'just one time- try it. If you don't like, you can go to the hearing ward.'  I said okay.  I entered the church for the first time and I saw people signing.  I asked two people 'Are you deaf?'  they answered yes. I looked down at myself and realized my identity for the first time. I am deaf too. First time in my life I felt like I belonged here, I felt connection and identity. I decided to go there from now on.
I learned to sign A-Z and my name L-I-S-A.. that was ME. My brain was clear. Not cloudy, no tantrums, not overly emotional. I felt much more calm because I could communicate- my hands "talked" instead of my mouth. "
(Can you imagine what life would be like having such limited communication for the first 15 years of your life?  And how empowering and beautiful that moment must have been for her discover sign language??)

GARY:
My Dad, Gary's, experience was unique as well.  Like my mom, and many other deaf people from this generation, he was raised orally and didn't sign until he was in his 20s. He says he was born with the gift of wanting to learn, so that was a helpful trait.

His mom, my Grandma Carolyn, was a natural and trained teacher. She spent many hours with him and a speech therapist in his younger years having him watch her lips, feel her throat, and PRACTICING.  One of her favorite stories is the first time he said his first word: BALL.   She had been in the kitchen and Gary ran in to her and was trying so hard to get her attention. He kept saying "Ba, Ba, BA!" and finally dragged her outside to show her- he had thrown his ball over the fence into the neighbor's yard and wanted her help to get it.  All the hard work and time and energy had paid off in that moment to see it "click" for her sweet little boy who was finally able to COMMUNICATE!

He felt he learned to speak really well when he was a junior in high school having speech lessons three times a week for two years straight. At the end of that school year, the therapist said he had achieved a great thing being able to read a book and saying it perfectly. He worked really hard at it.

(Can you imagine learning to speak never having heard the words before? And learning to know what someone is saying to you by staring at their lips and mouth??  Especially if someone speaks fast or has an accent. WOW.  And my dad is incredibly talented at this.  My Grandpa Darwin shared several stories of how many of the people in their lives didn't even know my dad was deaf because he spoke so clearly and read lips so well. That's amazing!!) 

As for learning SIGN LANGUAGE...  he didn't learn this until he was 20 and served a mission for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  His plan was to learn ASL to serve God and share the Gospel with deaf people, and after his mission was over, to just go back to hearing and drop sign language.  Once he learned sign, he knew it was meant to be and how powerful a tool and a link/connector he could be between the deaf and hearing world.  He's skilled in both and it's pretty cool to witness!


Is sign language universal?  Couldn't everyone in the world just communicate through sign?

You would think so! But many people in America are taught American Sign Language (or ASL) This is very different than english.  And the grammar looks different as well.

For example, in English, if you were to say:

"I'm going to the store."

in ASL (my mom's first language), it would be:

"I go store."

There often aren't signs for every single word and sign language is very conceptual and visual. For this reason, you could get by "signing" with people in other countries by acting things out or pointing. But every country has its own form of sign language different from others. My mom learned this at the deaf olympics she volunteered at a few years ago and all the different signs for "bathroom." Some were pretty funny! :)

"Do you teach your children to sign?"

We've taught my son Teddy to sign and plan to take him to a pre-school at the deaf school nearby as soon as he is old enough.  It was very helpful when he was a baby and I want him to have a good connection with his grandparents!

"Emotional 'extras' " :

In some ways I feel sad my parents can't hear the sound of their grand children's laughter or easily participate in group conversation at a family party. I know the latter especially has created lots of loneliness and isolation for deaf people. They seem to be more susceptible to have depression. 

Strengths of deafness:
At the same time, there are things deaf people experience that we as hearing people won't get to - like my mom gets to fully FEEL the love from Teddy. She doesn't have to hear the negative, the gossip, from hearing people, they miss out the stupid social norms created by society. They are more humble, more accepting, more loving of all groups of people. Their other senses are stronger. They are okay with life being more SIMPLE. 

My home growing up was a dream place for a kid in many ways- because my parents could connect so easily with us. Building forts, going to the park, PLAYING like KIDS. As I became a teenager, the same social expectations weren't placed on me as on some of my other friends- my grades, my bright tiger pants, pink hair..  I was allowed to be an individual. 

We had so much FUN as kids and I see it now with my mom being around her grand kids - she celebrates holidays so big and plays and is silly. I admire it! 

Oppositions of growing up with deafness:
It was also the opposite of a dream place in some ways.  There was a lot of fighting. And signing is very physical. If my mom didn't want to listen to what my dad was saying, all she had to do was close her eyes! And the more emotional the situation, the bigger the signs, or if you're typing, the harder and faster you type. I remember my parents fighting a lot, even physically. And yelling.. people sometimes associate that if you're deaf, your house is probably very quiet. But it's actually the opposite because you don't know how loud you are! So they could YELL. As a child, I knew this wasn't "right." I didn't know what the ideal family and marriage looked like, but I knew this wasn't it. I remember actually feeling relief when I came home from school when I was 9 and my dad's things were out of the house and my parents were getting separated. I thought "finally!" I loved my mom, and my dad, individually, and together they just weren't a good thing for so long.  I actually didn't even know a happy marriage was possible until I met and married my now-husband, Jon.  Our first month of marriage I yelled at him and he said "We're not going to do this. We can talk about it, but we are not going to fight. We're on the same team." It was a total shift for me! That is true whether you grow up with deaf parents or hearing though! I do feel like I'm a more "physical" person with my experiences growing up though.

Some other oppositions: difficulty of communication, high divorce rate due to communication barriers, difficulty participating in family events since many family members don't learn sign language, difficulty finding jobs.

What other questions do you have about the deaf world??  I'd love to answer them! I hope you enjoyed this post! :) 
*These are personal opinions and experiences I've shared here and the purpose is to enlighten those who may not have much experience with the deaf culture. 

Stay tuned for a future blog post on: "What to do if you meet a deaf person: DON'T FREAK OUT!!"