Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The 9 lives of the contact lenses
A quick update on Jack, as it's been awhile since my last post. He's doing GREAT. He loves daycare and I am eating crow and admitting that I'm actually enjoying being back at work. The drive to pick him up after work is so exciting and I just love the little smile he gives me when he sees me. Speaking of "seeing" me, his vision is great. The contact lenses or glasses seem to give him a leg up and he's grabbing at things as small as the horse on David's polo shirt and my necklace.
So on to the contact lenses, the bane of my existence. We should have known that those bad boys were going to be a pain in the ass when it went missing the first time the doctor put them in. Lost contacts have been found in his eye, in the bouncy chair, on the floor at daycare, laying in the crib, sitting on his cheek...
I am starting to believe that we have used up our "9 lives of contact lenses" since we have lost 2 in the past 2 weeks. siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. So why am I writing this instead of looking for the contact lens? We've looked on our hands and knees with flashlights for the last 2 hours. We have found a lot of stuff, including a sofa cushion that needs to be vacuumed and a pacifier clip we lost months ago. We also learned that there are bits of Rocky on every square inch of this house. Some things are better left unexplored!
I know everyone knows how much the contacts cost. I feel like the dad in Father of the Bride who tells everyone how much his daughter's wedding is costing him. Here's the best part - insurance won't cover them and have now denied our appeal.
So here's the hard part. Why are we doing this to ourselves? The glasses fit much better than they used to and he doesn't seem to mess with them as much. You can tell when glasses go missing. You don't have to pin him down to get the glasses on and off. They don't cost $150 every time half of them goes missing. I know everyone seems to think he's "so adorable" in the glasses, and I'll admit it - the kid can pull them off. It's just not the same. We want to give him every opportunity to live his life like he didn't have major eye surgery at 3 months of age. Anyone reading this with any advice, please feel free to share. We've got a long way to go!
So on to the contact lenses, the bane of my existence. We should have known that those bad boys were going to be a pain in the ass when it went missing the first time the doctor put them in. Lost contacts have been found in his eye, in the bouncy chair, on the floor at daycare, laying in the crib, sitting on his cheek...
I am starting to believe that we have used up our "9 lives of contact lenses" since we have lost 2 in the past 2 weeks. siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. So why am I writing this instead of looking for the contact lens? We've looked on our hands and knees with flashlights for the last 2 hours. We have found a lot of stuff, including a sofa cushion that needs to be vacuumed and a pacifier clip we lost months ago. We also learned that there are bits of Rocky on every square inch of this house. Some things are better left unexplored!
I know everyone knows how much the contacts cost. I feel like the dad in Father of the Bride who tells everyone how much his daughter's wedding is costing him. Here's the best part - insurance won't cover them and have now denied our appeal.
So here's the hard part. Why are we doing this to ourselves? The glasses fit much better than they used to and he doesn't seem to mess with them as much. You can tell when glasses go missing. You don't have to pin him down to get the glasses on and off. They don't cost $150 every time half of them goes missing. I know everyone seems to think he's "so adorable" in the glasses, and I'll admit it - the kid can pull them off. It's just not the same. We want to give him every opportunity to live his life like he didn't have major eye surgery at 3 months of age. Anyone reading this with any advice, please feel free to share. We've got a long way to go!
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