I called and scheduled the eye exam and amazingly we were able to get in the very next week. As we were hanging up the receptionist informed me that we should plan for 2 hours and that Logan's eyes would get dilated.
My Dad was able to meet me at the appointment, and thank goodness he was there. It was long and not very fun. The tech. tried to do a few tests, but Logan wasn't too sure. She then had me hold him so that she could put the drop in his eyes to dilate them. He cried for a few seconds, but was so okay, when he found out he could back to the movie room to watch Tangled.
We waited so long, he decided to take a little nap on the floor!
We waited, and waited, and waited....finally, Logan was called back to see the doctor. The tech got us all ready and we waited again for the doctor to come in. Loan decided the best place to wait would be under the chairs, that way the doctor couldn't see him. When the doctor finally came in, I had to drag Logan out from under the chairs. You can imagine how willing he was to let this doctor look into his eyes. After a few failed attempts, the doctor asked me to hold Logan in my lap and wrap my legs over his and basically bear hug him. GULP!!! I knew this wasn't going to be good. Logan started screaming "Help me! I'm stuck!" They reassured me nothing they were going to do would hurt him, but then Logan's screams turned to desperate shrieks of horror! As I was holding him, the nurse was pinning his head against my chest and the doctor, who now had that scary light hat on his head was prying Logan's eyes open, shinning light in them, and holding up twenty different lenses all while my helpless and confused baby was pleading for me to save him. Logan has cried really hard before, but I have never heard him be so scared in my life. This mama held it together enough to keep him still, but I might have had more tears coming down my face than Logan.
FINALLY, they were finished, and Logan and I composed ourselves to hear what the doctor said. Again, thank goodness my dad was there. He helped me get it together and understand what the doctor was saying.
Basically, Logan's eyes look good for now. Because there is a family history of crossed eyes on my side, they want to continue to check Logan once a year. The doctor said they way Logan's eyes focus, could lead to crossed eyes that would be corrected with glasses. So, I guess I just signed myself and Logan up for this torture once a year, but I am happy to report that all is well for now!
Logan got to go to a special lunch afterwards with Granddaddy in his big truck! I think that made it all better!