My three year old got glasses yesterday. Why is is that I think everyone else's kid looks adorable in glasses, but my own needs them and I go home and cry? I shouldn't be surprised, and I guess I'm not, really. The poor kid had two strikes against her. She was born 12 weeks premature, and even if she didn't have that issue, she has a mother (that would be me) with a host of eye problems. I let her assist in the picking out of the glasses and I must say she does look adorable. But it's going to take some getting used to for all of us. She likes them and proudly showed them off to the neighbors last night. I had hoped it was temporary, but the doc thinks she'll have them until she's at least ten.
I'm going to the NICU tonight and I'm sure I'll leave with things a bit more in perspective. For a preemie, she's escaped relatively unscathed so far, and this issue is probably more genetic than preemie related. If past experience is any indicator, I'll leave th NICU less worried about the glasses and with a renewed gratitude for the blessings I have. Yes, indeed, though I never thought it would b the case, I do need reminding about how lucky I am. I always know it, though it sometimes lurks way far in the back of my head and I need something to give it a little push to the front. When it comes to the girls, my NICU visits seem to do the trick.
