Better Than a Stick in the Eye?
Greetings to everyone.
It has been one busy week so far, and the week is far from over.
Today started with me working from home so Rebecca could go to a doctor's appointment without Xavier in tow. As I worked, Xavier pushed his new tricycle around and played at squirreling away various items in a little satchel attached to the frame.
When Rebecca came home, we decided to take Xavier to the park and let him try out his tricycle along the river. We were just a few minutes from leaving. Rebecca was in the kitchen. I was in the office. Xavier was in a room between the two of us, playing with his tricycle.
Then the screeching squeal cracked through the air. Rebecca was closer and got to Xavier quickly. We saw only this: Xavier collapsed in a fetal ball on the floor, screaming in pain unlike we've heard from him before. In one hand a fork he sneaked off a table. His other hand was pressed tight to his left eye.
Three stab wounds: two in his eyelid and one in his sclera (white of his eye). Examination suggested everything was superficial, so Rebecca called Dr. Abbey's office. They concurred with us, but thought it prudent to get Xavier in for an exam anyway. Off to Westminster Rebecca and Xavier went.
Xavier poked his sclera, but missed his cornea. The doctor prescribed eye ointment to guard against infection (oh, the fun of administering that to a freakishly strong, uncooperative, wriggly boy three times a day!). The rest of the day, Xavier had orange stain under his eye (the stain was used to dye his eye and make scratches and damage show up better).
Thank God nothing more serious; this was scary enough. And, thank God Rebecca noticed the poke to the sclera; it is only visible when Xavier looks all the way to the right.
The one nice thing to come from this was another weigh-in. Xavier weighed in at 19.1 pounds. At least that is something!