>What better way to spend a Sunday, than with a toddler who has pinkeye? Oh wait! Make sure you get pinkeye, too!
Yep, the wee one woke up with a bloodshot, crusty left eye. It looked mild enough, that I debated about making a big fuss with the doctor, but worry (naturally!) prevailed. Back in New Mexico, you could call an answering service and some nurse would phone in a prescription for you. Out here, folks is par-tic-ular, you gots to be SEEN!
So Tyoma skipped his nap and we spent the afternoon waiting with the other unfortunates at Nashua Pediatrics. I managed to keep him on my lap with much effort, I didn’t want him to single handedly infect greater Nashua by smearing his fingers on every inviting surface. The Doctor saw him and prescribed two bottles of eye drops. She asked be if I’d every given a toddler eye drops before. Soberly, I replied, “No.” She laughed, gave me a wise sidelong glance and commenced to give me a few strategies to get the drops in. Heh.
Well, I dropped off the prescription and did tomorrow’s shopping (can’t bring the infectious one out for 24 hours) and braced myself for the eye dropping ceremony. Tennisfiend held Tyoma as he screamed bloody murder and I tried to get the drops in his eyes. It was like trying to tattoo a cat. Good Lord!!! Such straining, struggling and shrieking–and that was just Tennisfiend yelling at me to “Put the drops in, already!” After four frustrating minutes, we traded places. I held Tyoma down and cursed at Tennisfiend while he tried to get the drops in. Success! My curses were obviously much more effective than his.
After all the excitement, my eyes itched. And so did Tennisfiend’s. Thank you Doctor for giving us two bottles of eyedrops!
ETA: Pardon me for adding some pictures of the boys doing yard work together! I took these in the morning before I completely convinced myself that he had pinkeye.
In the bottom picture, Tyoma is so serious about clearing the yard of debris that he’s pulling up handfulls of grass to add to the trash!