Monday, March 11, 2013

Patching update: little victories

Little victories.

That's what I'm savoring this week.

I've got a new eye patching plan. Two new boxes of patches. And new found determination to make us get through this phase of utter shit. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've started patching her baby doll. I talk about how important it is for baby doll (she really needs a name) to wear her eye patch so she can have two good eyes.

So far, Ruby just laughs when I put the patch on her. 

Then she takes off the patch and runs to daddy to give him the patch so he can be the hero daddy and rescue her and baby doll from the evil patch.

I also decided that eye patch = iPad time. I downloaded some fun toddler apps. She has zero interest in them. I also downloaded several episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba (all my mom friends swear this is the most adult tolerable show. So far I've seen about ten minutes of an episode and I think they're all smoking crack. This is the tolerable show? Oh lord....)

The other night, armed with my new tools and confidence, I put Yo Gabba Gabba on the iPad, put Ruby in front of it where she was immediately mesmerized by whatever those dancing things are. And then after a few minutes, I put on a patch, held her hands and helped her dance to the music. At first, it was working! She was watching the show, dancing and laughing! I was thinking OK, I did it! We can do this! We can patch! We can have two good eyes! 

And then two minutes went by and Ruby had had enough. Enough of the patch. Enough of me. And probably enough of Yo Gabba Gabba. After a long struggle with her to keep the patch on, she won, ripped the patch off and ran to daddy.

Not ready to throw the patch in, I let her calm down. Put the patch on baby doll. Talked about how important it was and then put the show back on the iPad and waited for her to come back over to me. She did. And I got her with another patch. This time she was on to me. We struggled, cried, wrestled and she ripped it off. Then she ran over to baby doll and ripped it off of her. 

Then, to give me a piece of my own medicine, she came back to me and stuck the patch on my eye and I swear she giggled.

She's right. Wearing the patch does suck.

But I'm sorry my dearest sweet baby girl. You have to wear this patch.

You can do it. We can do it together. You, me, daddy & baby doll.


heather jane said...

Oh, meg. I'm so sorry you have to fight this battle. It's not fair, but you can do it. I hope you win the next battle, and I look forward to hearing that Ruby has two healthy eyes as soon as possible.

Here's to Mama power. Sometimes we need super powers to do our job.

Amanda said...

First of all, I love the new blog makeover! ;)
Secondly, work it girl! Go on and get creative.
What I love about this post compared to your FourEyes post... you sound more determined, more confident, more accepting in your role as an imom.
Ruby may have one this battle but you will win the war.... keep fighting! xo

Meg said...

Thanks ladies! Tonight's battle wasn't a good one...tears were shed by all. Now she's in bed and I'm eating chocolate chips for dinner and contemplating topping off my meal with popcorn and a gin and tonic. Sigh....tomorrow is another day....

Sara K. said...

You are such a great Mama! I love that Baby gets a patch, too! That is so smart!! You Rock!!!