Eye Spy

My poor little guy had to go to the eye doctor Monday to see a retinal specialist. No major concerns, but, since he was born a little early and was oxygen deprived at first, they wanted to be sure that everything was OK. It was torture. He couldn't eat for 2 hours before the appointment and then it was an hour and a half before we could be seen because they had to put drops in and wait for his eyes to be dilated. Then, just when he was starving, they took him into the room and asked me to leave!!! It was terrible. They had to pry his eyes open and hold him down. I could hear the poor thing screaming from 2 waiting rooms away! Thankfully, it's over and his eyes are fine. An hour later, he was fed, happy, coo-ing away and smiling. I, on the other hand, was still upset about the whole thing until that night. Who am I kidding, I'm still upset about it! In other news, I have had a lovely woman from Early Intervention coming to teach me infant massage and, since I started giving him massages, he's been sleeping through the night! No lie, the very first night I did a massage before bed and he slept from 10pm to 6am. Now, I give him a bottle and a massage at 9:30, he's out by 10, and doesn't even stir until 6:30am. It's fabulous. I can't believe what a good baby he is! Now if I could get Quin to sit still for a massage...