You may have noticed in pictures of Lowell that his right eye looked… gross? Gross. You can say it. It’s okay.
It was gross.
Poor buddy. It was often swollen, red, and crusty, even after we cleaned it.
And we cleaned it often, and massaged the little tear duct that’s been clogged his whole life. And I put breastmilk in it (because breastmilk cures everything). It was persistent.
At his 6 month appointment, his pediatrician recommended we have it probed sooner than later since I guess it’s harder when the baby is mobile, but we weren’t quick to sign up for the procedure.
Kendall and Leyna both had clogged tear ducts, too. Both theirs cleared up on their own, but I think we got super close to scheduling the procedure for Kendall, as well.
I actually called the pediatrician’s office on Friday to get the info for the specialist. I was just so tired of seeing his eyelashes plastered together with eye boogers, and his eye glued shut every morning. I hated the way he squirmed and cried anytime he saw us coming at him with a wet washcloth.
And then? POOF. It got better on Saturday. Like magic. And now I’m obsessed with his sweet little face all over again, and gazing at those gorgeous, unobstructed, goo-free eyes!
Which are, apparently, turning green? Like all the grass in our yard because SPRINNNGGGG!!!
If this post were scratch and sniff, it would smell like a chubby, sweaty baby, covered in sunscreen. It’s such a delightful, strange, nostalgic smell for me. I love it.