Today we had to go to the doctor. It was our third time going to the pediatric ophthalmologist. Ever since W was born he has had blocked tear ducts. The kind that make his eyes all red and goopy and cause grandmas, moms, and kids to stop you in Target to ask what's wrong with his eyes. The kind that solicites advance from parents at swim, or anyone who you see. It's probably pink eye, an ear infection, teething. Nope. Just blocked tear ducts.
We really like the doctor. She's kind and calm. But she's late. Always. Very late. It's tricky to entertain a baby anywhere. Especially at a doctors office an hour past nap time. But we did it.
Besides the stress of keeping W busy for an hour while we waited for our appointment, we had to schedule surgery because the left eye still isn't open. The right one miraculously opened one day but the left is still blocked. I'm momma heart sank when we had to schedule it and I think I'll take today to be sad for us because I was really hoping it would open by itself. But there is still time and I'll just keep massaging his poor little eye and hoping with everything that it will too miraculously open on its own before the surgery.