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.
Gabe at the eye doctor pre-dilation
On the way home with his balloon from the gift shop!
post nap glass of milk; his eyes are still a little wonky
playing
and this is the picture I get when I ask him to say cheese... he dives for the camera, crazy little man.
3 comments:
I know its not what you wanted to hear from the doctor, but sounds like she is really on top of things. So that's good :)
Hi Meredith,
I know that you probably don't know me, but I've been reading your blog for some time. My son, Nate, is adopted and he, too, has to wear glasses due to the muscles in his eyes not working properly. He got them right around 9 months and still wears them now at 18 months. He will most likely wear glasses/contacts for the rest of his life.
I'd love to chat with you about the glasses and give advice if you'd like some. Or, just be a listening ear, as I too, was a little disappointed at the news that my little guy was going to be wearing glasses, especially after we started looking at the options.
You can contact me through my blog or through my email (jennifervbk@yahoo.com). I'd love to chat. :)
Meredith, I don't know if you have already ordered Gabe's glasses but I will message you with the place that we had ordered Alec's from age 7 months to age 3. It is never fun to get that kind of unexpected news, so I hope that things go BETTER than expected! Thinking of you!
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