He spent the fifteen minutes that I spent filling out paperwork flirting with every girl that walked in front of the glass faced office. Such the charmer! The first part of the test was to hold him in my lap while the technician placed a device in his ear to test each ear individually. During this test we were suppose to be still and quiet. Obviously she hadn't met......Boogie Bear!! He was all over the place. Wanting to know what was in his ear. Wanting to know what mom was doing behind him trying to hold his arms down. Why mom was trapping his best kicking foot in between her legs so that he didn't kick the nice pregnant lady that was doing the test. What a mess! We were both sweating by the time we were done with ear #1. Now to move onto ear #2! I thought that part was never going to be over.
Now onto the sound booth. They placed us in this small (about 5X5 room that was about 20 degrees hotter than the room that we just left sweating) sound booth with a chair, mirror, two speakers, one in each corner that had a large black cube on top of them. I was to sit and hold Anthony on my lap have him sit "calmly" as the girl spoke to him on a microphone outside.
The first time that she said his name her voice only went to the right speaker. Anthony immediately turned to look to the speaker that was about a foot and a half from his face. He was doing really well so far, even sitting still. It didn't hurt that there was that mirror right in front of him so that he could see that handsome boy siting on Mommy's lap. Then it happened. When Anthony looked to the right towards the speaker the technician (I am assuming in an attempt to reward him) turned on a light on the inside of the black cube directly on top of the speaker. Inside of this cube was a stuffed animal that we had no clue was there until she turned on this light. Very similar to this but with a drum. I am not kidding.
Anthony's bottom lip dropped, the eyebrows went up, and the tears flowed, almost straight out from the corner of his eyes like in the Charlie Brown cartoons. He wigged out! This innocent stuffed animal looked like some sort of fun house beast that at any minute was going to bust out of his black protective box to eat him alive. She turned off the light and of course the bear disappeared. She said his name again but this time it was in the left speaker. He turned to look and again she turned on the light in that cube, this time to the left. Now he was surrounded!!! He was screaming so hard that no sound was coming out of his mouth. This dumb lady kept turning on these stupid lights in an attempt to cheer him up. She apparently didn't know that it was this "surprise" that was setting him off. Left, then right, both of them, then back to the left again like she was lighting up a disco. Anthony was trapped in a 5X5 nightmare! I finally got her to hear me when I told her for the 3rd time "I would cut it out with the lights. That is what is freaking him out." She gave up and told us to come back in two months. His reading wasn't good and she couldn't tell if it was because of him freaking out or not. All of that for nothing. I am sweating. He is sweating, and we have no answers. Great, can't wait for our next appointment!
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