The doctor thought that while there was a little bit of progress, she thought it’d improve more with eye-patching.
So, every day, for an hour she has to wear an eye patch.
For four months.
It’s been on now for 15 minutes and she’s already complaining. She was excited about it in the beginning, but she’s frustrated because her right eye is her weak eye and it’s working pretty hard.
Oh, and because she made a huge mess and I’m making her clean it up.
Pretty sure the eye patch has nothing to do with that.
Either way, an hour a day, she gets to look like this:
And that’s pretty darn cute.
Also, I read an article a week ago that summed up why I’m so proud of myself for having caught this so early. So, go me!