We're embarking on a Pirate theme this fall here in Chez Fireflower. Or should that be Casa de Fireflower, given our proximity to Mexico? Anyway. The verdict is in from the eye doc that while her eye looks good in regards to mucus and tearing, she isn't responding as well as he would like. It's still too early to tell how much sight she has, given that she's not talking yet. Aside from "juice". Which doesn't tell us that much about visual acuity but is pretty darned cute.
Instead of trying to patch her good eye he's going to use a certain type of eye drop. This is supposed to dilate the eye and cause the same effect as patching, without my needing to go out and buy up the available black onesies to match the patch. (get it?) Although I'm not looking forward to putting drops in her eye twice a week it sure beats the hell out of forcing prilosec down her throat twice a day as we were doing this time last year. And so I salute her, my little pirate baby. We'll go back to the doc in three months to see what she sees then. We'll see if it's a lazy eye or symptomatic of something far worse -that's 'worse' to a mother's eyes, not 'worse' as it will effect her 'quality of life' which is something I've heard way too much about lately.
Argh. Me Little Pirate Baby. Show Mama the Booty. We'll run a black diaper up the flagpole and start cutting throats. Or at the least poke them in the eye and steal their noses when they won't give up the booty.
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