My husband comes and I tell him that we found it. I feel frustrated and silly. Who can't find a phone??! that is ringing... I can't that's who. Even though I am his wife, I don't think at the time that he gets what it means to me. I don't think that many people, including my family that know me better and longer than anyone would really know what it is like. So I tease my husband that I will go home and have nightmares about hearing a baby cry and not be able to find it.
I don't hear high pitches, you know. I don't hear birds, fingernails on a chalkboard, most sirens unless there is general silence, most cell phones, pagers, or fire alarms. When I was in school, the only reason I knew there was a fire was because everyone in the class dropped their pencils and got up together, and the teacher allowed it. It wasn't until they opened the door of the classroom that I heard .. something. A rattle or drumming. then I would pass the big, red bell on the wall and it was louder.. this drumming. But the "ringing" was a foreign concept.. I understood in theory what they meant. Hence I have lived in faith that should the fire alarm/smoke detector go off, that God will send an angel to save me.
I tease hubby that he will have to get up when baby cries on the monitor because I can't hear stuff like that. (I know everyone says, a mother knows, a mother gets hypervilant about these things... uh.. not likely gonna happen here. Otherwise I will be paranoid) Anyhow, his response, well we'll just put the bassinet up here, in our room. RIGHT BY MY SIDE OF THE BED.. I don't think so. He has to pull his share too and he will.
Things that other people don't have to think about...