The Big Appointment...

Rowan finally got to go to the specialist today for his big appointment, which turned out to be pointless! Apparently everything that has ever been wrong with him really wasn't...
he didn't have pneumonia twice this year...he doesn't have a moderate sleep apnea...he didn't have growth issues when a baby and the months of no pooping was because breast fed babies don't poop everyday (which was news to me) basically it's all in my head...
and apparently are primary care physcians as well. Of course, according to the specialist, he might be asthmatic - but he don't know...and he does have obstructive apnea but theres nothing that can be done about it and most people have it....and he didn't believe me that I've found Rowan pretty much dead twice.

My advice don't take any stock in what your doctors tell you because no matter what one says the others won't agree and your left knowing what you know to be true and what you've personally experienced but since you don't have a degree and a big fat head you don't really know it. But, oh yes, I'm supposed to take him back as soon as he's sick so the specialist can see for himself if his cold settles in his chest (like it has always in the past)
Here's the thing, I don't believe this specialist because my brother and I saw him our whole lives and were told we were sick as can be. That we would probably die before he was 20 and I was 30 or 40. That we would need transplants, yada yada yada. I was treated for something my whole life as a child that another specialist a few years back told me I don't even have. Again who do I believe? Since I'm still here and my health is fine, other than being fat, I think it's the latter.

So I'm left with no answers as to why it is that my son stops breathing in his sleep. With no solutions and left to continue to not sleep because I have to check on my child who does stop breathing numerous times in the night. And heaven forbid I miss the one time that he doesn't start back up on his own.