Over the years, I've learned that while most doctors and those in the medical profession are well-meaning and sincere in their efforts to provide the best healthcare possible, they don't know everything.
When my youngest son was born he failed the hearing test several times. We took him to an audiologist for further testing and she concluded that he was deaf. No doubt about it. He couldn't hear any consonants, she said. He couldn't hear any soft sounds, she said. The only sound he could hear was a jet engine, she said.
She told us to get right in to have him fitted for hearing aids. Her diagnosis didn't sit right with us. It didn't feel right. My husband gave him a blessing that he would hear the beautiful sounds Heavenly Father had created. We saw him respond to sounds, even soft sounds across the room. We took him to another audiologist in another city and she concluded that he could hear, though he may have a mild hearing loss in one ear. We then took him to an ENT that concluded that the equipment used to test his hearing was not made for his unique ear anatomy and it was impossible to tell at that point what his hearing might be.
He's now three-years-old. He says consonants, he responds to whispers across the room, he says words, and I've heard him say almost every sound in the alphabet. If we had listened to the first audiologist instead of our own feelings or putting faith in the blessing he'd received, he'd be wearing hearing aids for no reason and possibly would have damaged his hearing.
As parents, we have the right to make decisions for our children, especially when we have access to the priesthood and the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, that may not agree with a doctor's diagnosis or prescription for treatment. No one, not even the most caring doctor, cares more about the welfare of my children than I do.