… Sarah got glasses. MY BABY GOT GLASSES. GLASSES!
I promised not to tell anyone until she actually got the glasses. We’ve done that, so we’re clear.
Here she is, with the pink wire frames she chose herself:
She looks beautiful, don’t you think?
Emma and Sarah both had an appointment with the eye doctor last week. Emma passed her vision test with flying colours. Sarah did not. We could tell something was wrong, because the doctor repeatedly made her try to read certain letters – at different sizes – over and over again. And she couldn’t. Watching her struggle … oh, how my heart hurt.
I have to be honest and say that this whole thing has been a little hard for me. I’m sure I’m offending reams of parents-of-eyeglass-wearing-children, but you know what? I’ve had difficulty adjusting to how different little Sarah’s sweet little face is going be. Like, FOREVER. Would a different little person be looking back at me? Would hugging and cuddling still be the same? And this is going to sound totally stupid, but at first I couldn’t get over the fact that MY PERFECT BABY HAS EYEBALLS THAT ARE SHAPED LIKE FOOTBALLS. She has astigmatism, to be exact, which means she has had blurred vision for who knows how long. But – on the bright side – it’s not like she’s the kind of person who’ll be fumbling for her glasses when she opens her eyes first thing every morning. She’s been told that she has to wear the glasses all the time, but is allowed to take them off when swimming or playing contact sports. She can still see without them.
She’s happy, dare I say excited. But how long will this last? Will she get tired of wearing them? I’ve put on a brave face and have done my best to be supportive and excited for her. I’m just glad she can see better now. Dad wears glasses too, so at least he can relate to what she’s going through.
Oh, my baby girl has so many lovely faces. Surely, this won’t change it that much…
