Today we took Aidan to the hospital for minor surgery. He got tubes put in his ears. The hope is that he will hear better and be able to reproduce speech sounds more accurately.
If this doesn't help, then we're pretty sure there's another issue. Perhaps apraxia? Time will tell.
He wasn't very impressed with not eating or drinking this morning. He made his way to the Cheerio cupboard 8 times, only to be turned away empty handed. Poor pumpkin.
He was polite with the nurses, up until a point. The point being when they held onto his arm or foot firmly to put numbing cream on the back of his hand and a monitor on his big toe. He yelled out, "ooooo," and "owie." It would have broken my heart if it wasn't so darn cute.
I was impressed that they let me take him right into the operating room, and wait with him until the anaesthetic knocked him out. I held him and sang "The Owl and the Pussycat" for old-times sake. Just like I did 4 years ago when he went under for heart surgery. Ah, good times.
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