Supporting you in motherhood, one little blog post at a time
I had the delusion that I would take T.Puzzle out for a lovely lunch (his choice) on his last day before returning to preschool.
Instead, this is how he behaved at the eye doctor’s:
Then, it went from bad to worse on the ride home…
We are clearly tired of going to the eye doctor.
Lucky for us we get to go back in three weeks.
Rock. On.
T.Puzzle came through his second surgery and all looks well with both his eyes. The doc checked the first eye while he was under and it appears his prescription improved a couple diopters (yay!). She also said that as he grows his prescription may improve even more. Imagine that! More good news about my child and/or children and their vision. We’ve come along way from ‘legally blind‘ and ‘your baby’s vision is worse than his brother’s’ type of information sharing with medical professionals. Hooray!
The overall surgery experience was much like I expected. He was absolutely miserable during the eye drop portion (as was I) and he woke up madder than a hornet’s nest from anesthesia. Nothing a solid nap (for Mommy, too!) and Cheerios couldn’t solve.
He is so brave.
Love you, T.Puzzle!
