After seeing the eye doctor on Monday, we continued the antibiotic drops through Wednesday. I forgot them Thursday morning, but her eyes looked clear and bright so I thought we were good. Until she woke up on Friday with mattery gunk in both eyes.
I called the doctor to give him the update, and then was blindsided by his conclusion. Surgery #5. Her eye is obviously not tolerating the stent in its current position, so he needs to go in and move it, or pull it out and put a new one in. His assistant will call me on Monday to schedule it for this week or next. Until then, we are to restart the antibiotic drops and hope for the best.
To say I am Angry would be an understatement. Friday night was awful. Her eyes were non stop mattery. I wiped the junk out only to have more surface. I was envisioning two weeks of this and my resolve was slipping. But, after three doses of the eye drops things cleared up enough for me to realize her eye was just infected, and the drops would keep everything under control.
But still, surgery #5 for what should be a minor problem. Even worse? She has a bad cold now so there’s nowhere for anything to drain. Saturday neither of her eyes were draining, both had tears spilling out.
I pondered all of this while grocery shopping Saturday morning. How I haven’t even paid for surgery #4 and we’re booking surgery #5. How somehow after four surgeries we are BACK WHERE WE STARTED. I’m angry and there’s really no one to be angry at. It’s not the surgeon’s fault, it’s not Caden’s fault, it just is and it sucks and there’s nothing to do but get through it.
Long story longer, Caden spilled my coffee while at the grocery store which I’m pretty sure made steam come out my ears. The girls weren’t in that emotional space where you can really run errands with them and yet, I really, really needed new running shoes. I very quickly weighed the pros and cons and realized the Anger would go nowhere if I couldn’t run. I gave them the rundown, told them the rules, and off we went. They put shoes back in boxes and I got my running shoes, as well as possibly the most heartfelt apology ever from Caden for spilling my coffee. Then I put them down for nap and ran and ran and ran and then I ran some more (oh how I’ve missed running out my stress!) and now I’m less angry. I’m not zen about this by any means, but I’m in a better place.