This morning, we took Iain to see a pediatric eye doctor in Nicholasville. He was fine. Iain's fine. But it was an education in the creativity required to administer eye drops to, and then examine, a 16-month-old. Wow.
There was the Across-the-Lap, Hold-Both-Hands position (for putting in the dilating drops)
Then there was the Feet-Straddling-Mommy, Head-On-Her-Knees, Lay-On-Your-Back position (required to look deep into Iain's eyes and determine whether he's farsighted, or nearsighted, or something).
Finally, of course, there was the Ineffective-Squeeze-and-Hold, in which Iain's feet were hitting the doctor in places where you shouldn't kick people. Ouch.
But thanks to the efficiency of his office and his patience with Iain (nobody blames him - getting your eyes dilated and then being flashed with bright lights is No Fun), we determined that Iain's left eye is not slightly crossed and that he's not farsighted, and that he has about a 35% chance of needing glasses for nearsightedness.
As The Dad commented, "Oh! We figured on 100%!" Good news, in other words.
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Last time I was at the eye doctor, she said (due to mine and Chris' poor vision) it would take a miracle for Evie to avoid glasses. Sounds like Iain is doing great!
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