Emily’s toddler glasses are here. They’re rubbery and lavender, and have a thin strap that goes around her little noggin to ensure they stay firmly perched on her little nose. They’re made by Miraflex. The strap comes off, but I don’t think we’ll reach that milestone for a while, because she’s still running around like a bull in a china shop.
She’s doing amazingly well with them. Counter to my initial fears, she’s kept them on all week with minimal prompting and a few well-placed bribes — one of which has introduced her to the sugary world of M&M’s. “Candy!” Hey, at least she’s naming each color before she pops 5 of them into her mouth at a time. Another now has her constantly asking to watch nursery rhymes on YouTube. Wait — maybe bribing wasn’t such a good idea! But the glasses are staying on, and that’s all that matters.
When we picked up the glasses, I finally had a moment to ask what the exact prescription is — Emily’s protests and crying at the end of our appointment at the pediatric ophthalmologist made me forget to ask just *how* bad her sight is. We knew her eyes were crossing sometimes (the right more often than the left). But it turns out she’s fairly farsighted in both eyes — the glasses are made for +3.00 correction in both eyes.
Only time will tell if she needs them forever. But for now, they’re working, and that’s all we can ask for.