If me almost chopping off his thumb wasn't bad enough, you think it would have been the end of poor Baby D's bad week. But my son got my luck, his dad's eyes...and I'm hoping my sence of humor. Because someone in this house who's about 9lbs has a blocked tear duct.
What this mean exactly? Well it means he has eye boogers that are out of this world gross, and that I have to force eye drops twice daily into my almost 2month old babys eyes.
And the worst part? If this doesn't fix it all...he'll need some sort of surgery involving his eye and something sharp. My oldest niece apparently had this done, but I really didn't listen to the gross details of it. I was freaking out by the words "surgery" and "tear-duct" and "eyeball"...seriously...thats some Hollywood horror film slasher stuff right there...
The highlights of this week so far?
Lots of naps together....He also found his chinese lanterns in his room above his changing table...and he smiles now whenever I call him my baby and tell him I love him most of all....[he clearly has no idea what I'm saying, but that doesn't mean it's not anyless cute]....