I tried to be nice, tried to be the good guy, but I would take a peek at Rowan and there she was with her eye patch sitting above her eye while she played, read, colored, watched TV, or just sitting in her car seat chilaxin’. I tried to explain to her why she needed to wear it. Her teacher tried to explain it to her, but to no avail. So I had to pull out the big guns.
We went to CVS and I looked for eye band aids, like the kind we got from the doctor. We didn’t find any so after opening some boxes, causes inches and diameters mean nothing to me, we hit upon a size that would work with a little snip work for me.
We did this for a while. I knew Rowan didn’t like it, but getting her eye strong is more important than her like or dislike of the band aid. Then we ran out and I thought, she’s learned, she doesn’t need any more band aids. Oh, what a foolish woman, I was. She went right back to the same behaviors, so the big guns are permanently out. Band-Aids on the eye until the doctor says her eye is strong.
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