First a little news:
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And now, on to today’s topic-
I am sitting here thinking about Miss 2’s eyes. Somewhere between her one-year old birthday
and about 18 months,
she totally went cross-eyed.
I took her to the doctor to find out about it and discovered that she’s also very far-sighted, so she started wearing glasses, patching, and visiting the eye doctor every 6-8 weeks.
Her eye isn’t constantly stuck inward, so it took me awhile to be sure of what I was seeing.
Actually, there’s a funny story behind this (of course there is, right?)
We went to Maren’s for a big family event. Everyone was there, so her house was teeming with children, food, family, and general craziness. Somewhere in the middle of it all, she cornered me and asked me if I knew that Miss 2 was cross-eyed. I laughed because my mom-in-law had asked me that the week before. Apparently, all my sisters were whispering about it in the kitchen, wondering if they should tell me, but concerned that this stressful-yet-wonderful family event might not be the right setting. They didn’t want me to “freak.”
I didn’t freak. I just took Miss 2 off to the doctor. She has spent about a year looking like this:
patch on
patch off
(yes, that was a cheesy Karate Kid allusion.)
Now she is scheduled for eye surgery. I’ve known about this for a month or so. When the Doc told me it was time to go down this road, I was hoping it would be fairly immediate, but we needed to wait until My Dear Busy Husband had a free enough day. Since then I’ve purposefully decided not to think about it because I didn’t want to feel like it was hanging over my head. Now it is a week and a half way, and I just spent the last hour searching google for “post strabismus surgery for children.”
To be clear, I am not “freaking.” I am concerned. Concerned about general anesthesia. Concerned about discomfort for Miss 2. Concerned about how everything will go down.
Most of all I am just concerned about making a good choice for my little girl, so that she can have a full and happy life. (and she can see that life unfolding.)
I did give in to a teeny tiny itsy bitsy urge to kind of freak about the surgery the other night. I woke up my husband to ask,
“Should we be doing this?”
“Carrie,” he responded, “It’s either that or we go out and buy ourselves a mule.”
“She falls down a well, her eyes go cross. She gets kicked by a mule. They go back. I don’t know.” -Eddie (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation)
Heh. Heh. Heh.
How can I freak with My Dear Husband around to say funny things like that and make me laugh?
Strabismus surgery? Bring. It. On.
