I have to count it as progress.  I decided to take the time to drive Sheila to Bountiful and stay there during Colton's hook up time.  I had made all kinds of excuses to stay home, but in the end it just came down to it being the right thing to do.  Sure, it would have gone off well without me, but it was good and right for me to be there.  I wasn't quite sure just what to expect and I was surprised at Colton's reactions during the process.  Shelli said that to her it was like he was being electrocuted.  It did appear that it was painful for him.  But the reality was not necessarily pain, but certainly anxiety over something that was startling and confusing.  He did seem to make some progress right there in the 2 hours of the process.  But apparently he didn't seemed too thrilled with the new machines on his head later at home.  Obviously it will continue to be a new thing for him to get used too.  It is something that I never really thought much about before, this idea of hearing being strange and new and confusing.  For me there are a lot of things that are strange and new and confusing, just not hearing (maybe listening, but not hearing).  I am really looking forward to our grandson continuing to make progress in this area and one day I will be able to bore him with my Tarzan yell just as I have with all of the other grand kids in their time.  It is quite an experience for all of us, but the object of our hopes, dreams and prayers is, of course, Colton with a little left over for the family as it spreads out to Shelli, Phil the other boys and then the whole motley gang.