Can Anybody Hear Me On This Thing???

This is a completely unrelated photo of me and Cotton enjoying a Hawaiian sunset... it calms me.... I need a little calm don't you think??


I hate doctors, I know they mean well, and they are usually good people, but taking Cotton to get ANYTHING done is just really, really hard. My low key kid turns into a little monster, with fangs and all. But, alas, we need to go again. I am torturing him by getting another sedated hearing test. Poor kid, this is voluntary so I am feeling guilty, but with his complete inability to understand most spoken language, I would be remiss to not recheck this regularly (every 3 years).

We've tried everything to help him with the dreaded doctor, and it is so bad that I now HAVE to bring my husband to even routine visits. This is the ONLY time that Cotton ever acts out, he doesn't get aggressive, he just sobs, and thrashes and covers whatever orifice the doctor is trying to explore. So wish us luck, wish the doctor luck, and even though I secretly wish that there is a fixable problem that will solve all our receptive challenges...pray that eveything turns out okay:)