You are entrusted with lives to mold and raise, discipline and teach, feed and clothe (and if you have boys the food and clothing budget is double a girls!).
The hard part is when you find out that your baby isn't perfect. We know that pretty early on these little ones have personalities of their own, but I'm talking about when they're not physically perfect.
So yesterday, I found out that my oldest boy, EJ, needs glasses.
So I made him an appointment yesterday to see the eye doctor.
I picked him up at lunch time from school thinking it would be a quick in and out visit. I brought my other two kids (thinking it would be a quick in and out visit).
We all shuffled into the little exam room.
As the optometrist began having him read letters on the screen, I was impressed. He was reading some pretty small letters. They got smaller. He read them. The she covered his left eye, and had him do the same thing. He started trying to read the letters and then gave me a quick glance because he couldn't see them and wasn't quit sure what to say. I was surprised because the letters on the screen were large.
My two other kids were behaving, however, my daughter kept whispering rather loudly, "I want to go next! I want to read the letters!" Me. "No, it's not your turn today. Sit here and be quiet." Her. "Can I stand here next to the chair and be quiet?" Me. "Fine." Me again. "No Ella. I said sit. I need you to obey or you're not getting a frosty!"
Yea, I bribed the kids with frosty's for being good.
After about 15 minutes of different types of testing, she told me that he needed glasses and that he needed to wear them full time. He can see out of his right eye, but it's much, much weaker than his left eye.
I had prepared myself that this would be the case. She then told EJ that she would need to put some drops in his eyes to make the pupils larger so that she could look inside his eye better. He nearly lost it. The poor thing was holding it together the best he could. I think he kept thinking, "if I don't cry, I'll get a frosty. If I don't cry, I'll get a frosty." I asked him if he wanted me to hold his hand and he nodded yes. He couldn't say yes, because he would've burst into tears.
We had to go out into the waiting room and wait for the drops to dilate his eyes.
My youngest boy came to me and I could smell him before he made it all the way over-"mommy, change me." Sheesh. Why do kids seem to wait for the most inopportune times to poop in their pants?
My daughter was lying on the waiting room couch complaining that her stomach hurt, my youngest needed to be changed and a woman was waiting for me to try frames on EJ's little face.
I was tired already.
I changed the diaper, gave my Miss a book to read and looked at the frames for kids. Dorky. All of them. I wanted some cool black plastic frames for him but the lady told me because kids need those nose pad things to keep the glasses on their face, they can't have the plastic frames till their faces are bigger.
My husband wears glasses so I told EJ we'd find him some super cool frames that looked just like dads.
We quickly found a pair-he's a boy and liked the first pair he tried on.
I asked how much the frames cost. $200. $200? Are you freaking kidding me? Are they made of gold?
The lenses are $150.
SO $350 for a pair of kids glasses that will likely get broken or lost in the next 6 months. My mental energy was quickly waining.
$450 total with the eye exam. No insurance for EJ's vision since we didn't figure he would need glasses at 6 years old. Crikey.
Back we shuffled into the exam room so that the dr. could look into his freshly dilated eyes.
A few more tests. Little Miss didn't want a turn anymore. This was a long and tiring process.
The optometrist told me that Ethan had Hyperopia (or farsightedness) and Estropia (when an eye turns inward when focusing on an object).
On the check list for the State of Illinois Eye Exam report to be brought back to school, she checked off three boxes where Ethan's vision was "abnormal". Not a word I like to relate to my kid.
We shuffled out of the office, piled in the van and hit the Wendy's drive-thru for our frostys. Yea, I got myself one, too.
Instead of taking Ethan back to school, we went home.
I called my husband to fill him in. He was sad. He had to get glasses when he was young and it brought back memories for him. He remembered that the ladies still loved him, regardless of glasses. He had his first kiss in those glasses. Yes ladies, he's that hot. I wish I had a picture. Tee hee.
How does Ethan feel about all of this? Well, he's going to be the only kid in his class with glasses which is VERY cool. And his VERY cool teacher has glasses. And there are some WAY cool kids in older grades that have glasses, too. He's fine. It's his momma that's up at 5 am using blog therapy to deal with it ;)
I found out last night that you can get glasses for kids at Costco for $99 total. So guess what I'm doing today? Canceling the order for the $350 glasses.
I'm also thanking God that my son is healthy.
I'm also thinking about people I know whose kids are not.
I'm praying for them.