Busted Lip

My daughter’s vision has been abysmal for the last several days.   We don’t know what’s going on but we’re concerned.   She’s upset about it, we can tell and we can also tell from her behavior that she’s not seeing much at all in comparison to what she could see relatively recently.

Here are a few examples: She wanted to play with the tumbling mat this afternoon.  One side is dark blue and one side is red.   She couldn’t tell if the side she’d put up was blue or red.    Tonight my son wanted to play a team board game.   I could tell she wouldn’t be able to see much, but we let her pick the spot in their bedroom with the best light for her, which turned out to be the closet.   She tried twice to see the cards to turn them over (she can’t tell what’s on the card, but typically she can see where the cards are).   She gave up after two tries, put her head down and said, “I don’t think I want to play”.  I rubbed her back while my son rigged the game so we would win and then I put them to bed.

They weren’t in bed for more than a few minutes when I heard her screaming upstairs.   It was one of those injury versus insult screams so I ran up the stairs to see what had happened.   She had gone to get a stuffed animal from their play room and couldn’t see the bed—the huge bunk bed—and had busted her lips as she got back in.

An ice pack and a paper towel fixed the pain and the bleeding, but her words of, “I’ve already hurt myself twice today” from earlier in the day haunted me.    We’re hoping for some more information hopefully when we see her retina surgeon in Detroit on June 5th, but for now that seems like a long, long time in the future.

The Big Boy Update:  My son was telling me about how all the girls wanted to marry him.   When I asked which girls in his class he was talking about he said, “Madison is my girlfriend”.   I thought this was sweet because our neighbor’s daughter, Madison, is a very good friend to them.   When I said something he immediately corrected me, telling me he was talking about Madison from New Jersey (his nineteen-year-old cousin’s girlfriend).   I told him he’d better check with his cousin Kyle to make sure it was okay for Madison to be his girlfriend.   His love for Madison has spanned over a year now.   I hope she doesn’t mind a long distance relationship—with a kindergartener.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter struggles with frustration.  One thing they’re not allowed to do is kick the back of the seat in front of them.   This morning it was obvious something was bothering her.   As she was kicking the seat back she said, “my toes aren’t listening to me”.