It has hit me in the past few days that Tommy is actually normal! Now, normal is relative in our house, but nonetheless, Tommy is no longer "My Baby with a Cataract" but just Tommy, my baby. I say this with such surprise because when we first found out about his condition, it consumed my every thought and ounce of energy. I mourned the fact that he wasn't a normal, healthy baby. I worried about what might happen, I worried what people would think, I worried that he might not be able to see, I worried that he wouldn't lead a full and productive life, and yes, I worried about how his condition would impact the rest of our family. I worried constantly about anything and everything. I obsessed over his condition with all of my might.
Yes, he wears contacts, he gets patched multiple times per day, and I have no idea what the future holds for him. But really? He is a normal, healthy 3 month old boy. He cries, he smiles, he laughs, he plays, he screams, he sleeps. We enjoy him fully- but not like he is a fragile sick boy.
This must have happened gradually, but it hit me all of a sudden. When it hit me was yesterday at church someone asked me "what happened to his poor eye?" and it took me a minute to remember. I was not thinking about his contact or patch or cataract! It is a great feeling and I am ever so thankful for it! I know he has a rough road ahead, but overall, we are pretty lucky for his addition to our family.
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