It was (and still is) bright red, burning and as Kerrigan so gently pointed out, "dat scawy eye, mom!"
No, I will not be showing pictures.
Yes, I did go to the eye doctor.
Yes, Jared had to rearrange his entire day to play chauffeur to his one eyed wife (due to lost glasses and no way in heck was a contact going in that eye).
We decided, after being questioned by the nurse, that I am ocularly un-hygienic. The good doc told me I abuse my eyes via leaving in my contacts to long...a contact abuser, if you will.
In my defence, it is impossible to do midnight feedings/changings when I am almost literally blind as a bat, but without their sonar capabilities.
The only medication he could subscribe has been correlated with stunting the growth of breastfed babies.
Not sure if that would be terrible for Tucker, considering he is in the freaking 97th percentile for weight (yes, you read that correctly. Little different than his 10th percentile sis)!
However, Jared wants a basketball player- and being in the 75th percentile for height is not going to guarantee playing in the big leagues.
So I will endure the next week with measley artificial tears, a scary eye and no mascara, for this:
Hope someday he appreciates it!