One of the things Paul and I were most worried about before Edith was born was how she would react to the many sounds that come with living on a busy Brooklyn street.
After all, I had trouble sleeping for many days after moving here, kept awake by the midnight traffic and late-night conversations that took place on the sidewalk underneath our bedroom window. How would a newborn react?
Turns out, splendidly. Garbage trucks, buses, music from nearby bars, sirens, car alarms: none of them faze her. During one middle-of-the-night feeding, our hallway fire alarm gave a shrill "low battery" chirp. I jumped. She didn't even flinch.
That's why it's funny to learn what sounds actually do startle her. Specifically, I've noticed that clicking a pen can take her aback. At least we know there's nothing wrong with her hearing.
|Tummy time and story time with Grandma Erwin.|