Your first “official” visit to the eye doctor.


Mom brought you before. But this was your first “official” visit. Mom filled out paperwork for you before, too. They thought maybe I’d have to fill it out again, but the doctor said that was unnecessary after all. They also scanned mom’s Independent Health insurance card last time she was there. That I did have to do again. Apparently the policy is it needs to be scanned every time.

Taking notes via a Zoom-like screen was a young woman with a cup of coffee. The doctor carried her from room to room on his iPad. I asked if she was from the insurance company, and was relieved to find she was not.

Your eyes have been pronounced to be “hazel” in color. The doctor declined to consider “Lake Ontario gray,” as mom and I had been saying.

Everyone said you were very well behaved. I didn’t tell the doctor that while he was out of the room (waiting for the drops he put in your eyes to take effect) I opened a drawer where I’d seen a toy elephant and gave it to you to play with. I’m guessing he figured it out a few minutes later when he reached for it and it was soaking wet from your drool.