Already venturing out into the open waters. Compare to the fuzzy baby swans just two months ago: #MicroblogMondays: M is for Mother’s Day
10 days ago, SB got glasses. This wasn’t a complete surprise – she was referred to an ophthalmologist at one year old, because we (parents, pediatrician and well-meaning relatives) suspected she might be squinting. The expert actually disagreed, but in a vision test her eyes came back at +3 and -3. She said to come back in a few months, and if the gap persisted, we’d need to do something. In the spring, her eyes measured +3 and +4*, so both farsighted. We got another “wait and see” appointment for September, but recently, her caregivers told me that they think she has some trouble seeing at near distances, and that she falls more than usual.
It’s something I find so hard to judge – most of the time I only see this one strawberry. Yes, she tumbles sometimes. More than others? I can’t tell. She can pick out details in books, but I’ve since read that children can compensate for farsightedness, making the problem harder to spot. But, between the observations of loving caregivers who see many toddlers and the ophthalmologist’s assessment, I called the doctor’s office again. They said that there isn’t much one can do with small kids but try.
So we took our prescription to the city’s child optometrist – where SB tried to put on a few frames and quickly decided this game wasn’t as much fun as it first seemed. I already got discouraged, but then she went back to the first frames she had tried – and kept them on. So we had our choice. Pink. Not the color or style her parents would have picked (“Don’t you want to try these Captain-America-colored-ones?”**) but as she’s the one who has to wear them…
Timing was rather bad when we picked them up – she was tired and wanted milk, plus it was pouring rain. She screamed through most of the few minutes of fitting, done by the kindest and most patient optometrist I’ve ever seen. Once we left the store, she quickly pushed them off and wasn’t having any of it.
It didn’t help that H isn’t particularly supportive of the glasses. He’s been wearing glasses himself since his teens – turns out he hates them. (I’m suspecting he may have been teased as a teenager, but didn’t press the issue.) He says he doesn’t find SB as cute with glasses on, which breaks my heart for both of them.
On Monday I dropped her off at daycare and put the glasses on her – and I’m told they stayed on for most of the day. For most of the week. Amazing. At some point after pick-up she still pushes them off and then doesn’t want me to put them on again. Overall, I’m glad she gets several hours with glasses at daycare, and I hope that with time she realizes they help her see better / more effortlessly. She’s a rather stubborn kid, and I don’t want to get into a situation where she pushes them off at daycare, too. On the weekend she kept pushing them off again, until sometime yesterday, when they stayed on for an hour or so.
Any experiences with toddlers in glasses? Please share :)
* I still find the change surprising, but I’m not an expert in how accurate these measurements are. The first was without atropine (pupil-widening) drops, the second with. Her glasses prescription is slightly lower than those measurements.
** She recently got a blue star-spangled onesie with red trimmings from grandma, and I call her Captain America when she wears it.
Emerging from the black hole that is called “house hunting” – not successful yet, but we are narrowing down the choices. I didn’t realize this endeavor would be as all-encompassing as infertility treatments… We’ve had too many Sundays now filled with open houses, which are not too interesting for a toddler (although more often than not there are someone else’s toys in the house, and she loves to explore them).
Completely unrelated: some of my colleagues are running a relay in September, and I’m considering to join. It’s 5k for each team member. I’m not a runner, but SB loves it when I have to run for the train, so I figured I could train with her in the stroller… Any advice on where to start, what to do, what to avoid? I’ll tag Jane, Non Sequitur Chica and Theresa, as I know they are runners, but please all chime in. Our stroller is from Baby Jogger, but not an actual jogger (the City Mini GT). I’m hoping we’ll be fine with just fixing the front wheel, as I’m not planning to buy a jogging stroller (yet ;) I’m also not really in “couch” state as I bike to work and back every day, about 7.5 miles. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m in shape for running (running for the train has me walk rather quickly…)
Bonus unrelated picture:
This year’s was the first Mother’s Day in a long time where my reaction to the prospect wasn’t “ouch”, but rather “oh – we could go for lunch”.
I’ve been trying to articulate this in a facebook-suitable way, but not succeeded. It sounds like I have forgotten my mom and A&C. Most of you here will know that this is is not the case at all. But it does show how much things have changed. H and I were recently talking about how losing the twins seems so far away now. I think moving cities (and countries and continents) has something to do with it – there are very few direct reminders of them in our lives now. From small things like no embryo pictures on the fridge, because it’s not magnetic, to not passing the hospital or running into people we knew while I was pregnant with them – because that’s all an ocean away. But of course that doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten – there’s just fewer triggers.
The actual day wasn’t all that great – we’re slowly starting a house hunting process (you really can’t call it hunting at that speed…), and open houses tend to be on Sundays. The first place would have been perfect if we had three little ones running around. But for our current family it was simply too big, and I’m extremely reluctant to buy something in hopes of adding several more kids to the family. It’d be so depressing to have those empty rooms. (Also, it was rather expensive.) Still, the weather was wonderful and the trip there and back wasn’t bad.
And then we decided to go and see another house, on the top of H’s list, but rather far from the city, which is why I wasn’t so keen on it. Neither of us realized quit how far out it was though. After spending more than an hour on trains and buses, we got to the village. And walked and walked, first through streets with houses, then fields. And eventually became suspicious because the dot Google was leading us to was in the middle of nowhere. Another map app helped us find out where the house should be, but it was too late to make it for the open house. Plus, I don’t think even the most amazing building would have convinced me to move out there, especially as it wasn’t cheaper as the big place we had seen in the morning.
And then we still had to get back home… So it wasn’t a great day. But, along the lines of Jane, every day I get to spend with SB is a good day.
And late at night I looked out the window and could see the C constellation, and a little bit of A.
More MicroBlog Mondays
- SB is completely adorable when she’s just woken up (that is, assuming she’s gotten enough sleep) – big wondrous eyes, curly hair, rosy cheeks, gently exploring the world and all smiles.
- Over the course of the day she transforms into a mischievous little monkey that climbs onto everything. Especially when we’ve said she shouldn’t.
- Bedtime is okay when we hit the right spot, before she’s too tired. Otherwise it’s a complete meltdown.
- She speaks a bit of each language, almost adding words by the day. Today she said “bearbear”, which sounds a lot like our word for strawberry (Erdbeere), while pointing at one on her breakfast plate. I’m trying to keep a notebook with her first words, but am not particularly good at keeping up…
- Looking through old posts, I have just discovered that I have two posts entitled “L is for Language”. Only slightly embarrassing. Or perhaps proof that my current life is exhausting, and that blogging is squeezed into small margins. (I have a post on this brewing. Since January. Unsurprisingly it didn’t get done yet…)
- SB is a good traveler and just rolls with the places we go – and delights in the attention she gets. We’ve recently done an 8h train/ferry/car trip and it worked quite well. She thinks all these automatically opening doors in the train are awesome.
- She loves buses and trains and excitedly points out each single one – and is disappointed whenever one stops within reach and we’re not boarding. She’ll point and squeal, as if to say, “look, mommy, there’s our train, we need to get on!”
- She loves books, building blocks and making towers, and drawing, which melts my heart. I had given her wax crayons back in December, secretly hoping that we could draw together. Initially she wasn’t interested much, but in the last weeks she has learned a word that sounds like “drawing” in our language (with a bit of practice) – and then she wants her crayons and some paper. Completely adorable.
- SHe loves, loves, loves being outdoors. Often she’ll grab her thermosuit and shoes and try to put them on, and head to the door.
- She has a boyfriend at daycare. Talk about things I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t quite know what to think when her caregivers first told me about this at a parent meeting a few months ago. But now that I have witnessed the two of them interacting, beaming at one another and basically flirting – it is too cute.
Happy 1.5th birthday, baby. I can’t wait to see what you do next.
In this particular case, the fact that you could poke the mallets into holes in the xylophone base to make a face (yes, they have eyes, and there’s a mouth drawn under said holes) was even more interesting.