blue and bright

blue and bright

 

The above picture is Chicklet’s eyes.

Both of our girls have blue eyes. That is not uncommon with red/reddish hair, but we have to admit that we were/are a little surprised by it. Neither Prince Charming nor I have blue eyes. Neither do our siblings. Or our parents. Yes, there are blue eyes in the family (obviously), but none close to us. Prince Charming’s mother even had red hair with brown eyes. The blue is strange indeed.

Last night Chicklet’s eyes were getting a little red and watery. We began to fear she had conjunctivitis. We were not sure because we were out later than usual, and she had had a very mild cold and had not had a good nap, so we thought it just might have been from being tired. However, this morning it was only worse. Here are Chicklet’s eyes when she got up this morning:

not so cheerful

not so cheerful

Last year at Chic’s school, there was a “pinkeye” epidemic which made them close school for 1-1/2 days to disinfect.  I used to get this when I was a kid. But in all my bouts with this condition and all the kids that had it last year at school, I have never seen eyes like this.

In the picture her eyes are so swollen that Chicklet cannot open them enough to see how bad they are. A great deal of the white portion is not pink, but brilliant red. It looks like her eyes are bleeding. Last night she was crying, and she cried blood. 

Prince Charming took her to Urgent Care when they opened this morning.

Let’s understand right now that I am not a reactionary mom at all, or an uptight one. Usually when we go in for our annual “well check-ups,” the doctor always says we must be really healthy because she so rarely sees us. Well, we get our share of fevers, flus and colds, but there is usually no point for going in for those things, so we do not. But my daughter was crying tears of blood. That stabbed me in the heart!

The rest of us have varying degrees of colds. We are praying (and washing our hands every 10 minutes) that no one else contracts conjunctivitis. Nothing is worse than having a sick kid (or, God forbid, sick husband) than being sick yourself at the same time.