Are you fricken kidding me???
I took J-man to the pediatric opthamologist today. His vision is perfect. PERFECT! But... of course... there is a problem. His right eye turns in when he looks at things in close range. The doctor said that if that isn't corrected, he will lose vision in that right eye over time.
Great. Just fricken great!
Apparently the fix is glasses. Or surgery. And clearly, glasses are the first choice for the doctor.
I am not so sure.
Let me just say upfront that this rather innocuous event has just devastated me. In the grand scheme of things, this isn't that big of a deal. Right? Right?? But it feels very 'salt in the wound'-like. I mean, come on.... can't we catch a break on something??? Of course, I reflect back on the trauma of my own glasses-filled childhood....
No wonder I couldn't get a date.
... and I think about my baby boy's beautiful eyes behind glasses and wanna weep...
|Can you imagine glasses |
covering these baby blues??
But what I think has me most....twisted up... is HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET HIM TO WEAR GLASSES????? Cripes, I can't get him to sit... fully clothed... on a potty chair. I can't get him to try any new food, ever. I can't help him brush his teeth.
So how am I suppose to get him to wear glasses????