Expect the unexpected, I'm telling you!
I'll preface this next paragraph by saying once again we have been blessed beyond belief with a fabulous opthamologist. While Dr. P is no Dr. R, she comes close and Gabe loved her! He had a full eye exam and really did amazing. Obviously he didn't like when his head was squished against me and the doctor did the actual eye exam, but who would? And of course this mama's heart broke as he cried and I just had to hold him still. Other than that, and saying 'eyes, eyes, no eyes' when his eyes were dilating (again, heartbreaking), Gabe was a champ. He smiled, laughed and flirted with the doctor and nurses.
And then came the unexpected. Dr. P asked me if we'd been told Gabe was farsighted (can't see close up) and I said no but that we'd been told his vision wasn't perfect. I went on to explain that the numbers we were given made it seem that he was nearsighted, which we knew couldn't be true because Gabe seems to see everything. We were wrong. I hate being wrong. And I hate the unexpected. We left the doctors office with a prescription for glasses and a few child friendly places to get them from. It's not like it was a big surprise, but just unexpected for this visit.
The unexpected continued then when Dr. P said she's not pleased with how low Gabriel's eyelid is now. She wants to review his files and see us back in 2 months. We're hoping that the continued patching, which was increased to 2 hours a day, and the glasses will help his right eye open up some more. But if it doesn't, Gabriel's going to need ptosis surgery. Again.
And I know it's just eye surgery but it's surgery all the same. On my little boy.
So two very unexpected results from what I thought was going to be a quick check-up and get to know the doctor visit. For some reason the prescription for eyeglasses has upset me more than the prospect of having surgery again. It's not a vanity thing, at least I don't think it is, it's more of a I-don't-want-him-to-be-teased-for-wearing-glasses thing.
I know it's impossible, but I just don't want Gabe to know anything but love and acceptance. At least that's all he knows from his family and friends.
On the way home with his balloon from the gift shop!
post nap glass of milk; his eyes are still a little wonky
and this is the picture I get when I ask him to say cheese... he dives for the camera, crazy little man.