When the twins were born, they both cried immediately. What a blessing. But because Eliot got so sick soon after her birth, they had to intubate (placing a tube down her trachea so that they could mechanically ventilate). Because of where the tube hit, she could not make a sound because her vocal chords were restricted by the tube. Once she was off of the ventilator and on the c-pap, she would open her mouth to scream, but nothing would come out because her throat was so hoarse. I could hardly wait to hear my daughter cry.
Tonight, while I was getting ready to change her diaper (and I won't divulge on the mess that was waiting for me there), she let out a wail. I looked at the baby next to her - thinking it must have been her, but that baby's mouth was filled with a bottle. Ellie was indeed crying - screaming, in fact. Not a little kitten cry either. She let out a big fat, "Get this crap out of my pants" cry. And I just sat in the rocking chair next to her bed and cried a handful of happy tears. (Mike and I have learned to categorize our tears now.) "My kid can cry," I said smiling.
T.S. Eliot said, "This love is silent." Well, for Miss Ellie Mak, it's not anymore. This love is loud.