Doctor my eyes...

I'm writing about this because, although I haven't blogged in forever, this is the kind of stuff that I'm going to want to remember and won't, because I have a horrible memory. It's also not the kind of thing I'd write in Xavier's baby book. This seems like a better place for it.

He's been having a pretty good day today overall, but what good day is complete without periods of fussiness? Of course, the most recent period of fussiness came when Bill ran to Walmart to get another crib sheet for the new daycare X is starting tomorrow (the story for another blog post). I picked him up and held him on my lap to comfort him and try to get him interested in my Journalistic Writing textbook. He was more interested in my highlighter, so I let him play with it. He grabbed it (with his right hand, I might add, so Bill might be S-O-L with that whole southpaw thing) and started flailing his arms back and forth. And almost poking himself in the eye. So I, like the good parent I was trying to be, tried to grab it from his hands. Instead, I managed to grab the cap of it, and he flailed again and stuck the highlighter point RIGHT INTO HIS EYE!

He did the infant-face-scrunch and let out a short little cry, and went right back to trying to grab the highlighter. I grabbed him, put him on the dining room table under the bright light and dabbed at his yellow tears with a tissue.

I called Jenny and she said to flush the eye with water and that he'd be fine without a trip to the emergency room. Thanks, Jenny, for your calm-ness.

I stuck his head in the bathroom sink and rang out a washcloth into his eye. He wasn't crazy about that, but it looks like the yellow tears are gone.

So that's my story for today. It's always an adventure!
















The eye (his right) after the incident.