The Thing About Little

“I’m just a mom who Googled ‘strabismus’ and freaked out…”

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Turns out the 1st cut wasn’t the deepest

“This time ’round was less gondola by moonlight in Venice and more rubber duck with a puncture tossing about on a choppy sea with a peckish great white circling below…”

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Here we go again…

“What was that I said in a previous post about us not counting our post-op chickens? Well, there’s a second surgery on the cards for Little…”

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We’re not counting our post-op chickens…

… Looking at her you really wouldn’t think she’d been through anything outside of toddler everyday’ness… there’s no bandages, no patches, no bruising or scabbing or nasty pussy stuff that one would think would accompany having ones ocular muscles snipped and stitched and fiddled with for 90 minutes under general aneasthetic.

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“Did you see her sunglasses?”

“It’s all about tone. There’s the well-meaning, Fashion Police loving “Aaah, did you see her sunglasses?” then there’s the “Ugh, did you see her sunglasses?” variety…”

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