Tuesday, November 09, 2010

I See You

I had a bit of a shock this morning as I was sleepily fumbling for my glasses on the nightstand. Putting my specs on did not improve my vision. 

At all. 

I blinked a few times and squinted up at the ceiling. 


Still fuzzy. 

I turned on the light. 


*Blink, blink*

Finally I turned to Chris. Or the fuzzy image that vaguely resembled my husband:  "Please, for the love all all things holy, tell me that these are YOUR glasses". 

They were. 


I'd just spent a few panicked minutes thinking that my vision had gone from awful to way-beyond-horrible in the space of about 8 hours. 

A few years ago I'd gone in to my optometrist for a yearly visit. She had finally given me the green light to start exploring lasik eye surgery. I was ecstatically happy. And a good candidate, according to the doctor. Until she asked me if I wanted to have children within the next ten years. 


It was then that she explained that she usually counseled women intent on having to children to hold off until after the little bambinos were born, as a woman's vision can change during pregnancy. No point in shelling out major dinero for a surgery if there is a decent chance that it's going to change a few years down the road.

Really body? I'm somewhat mentally prepared for the stretch marks, the wider feet, and the generally wider everything else but to tamper with my eyesight seems like an exceptionally low blow. Wholly unfair, in my opinion. 

Regardless, I was pleased this morning to discover that I am still in possession of my current lens prescription and not [yet] in desperate need of a visit to the eye doctor. 


  1. Don't fret too much. My vision stayed the same through both. Only mild stretch marks on my thighs with Gabriel. None at all with Lorelai. And my feet didn't get bigger either time. ;) You're fit and healthy...and looking fab! You'll be fine.

    That would have freaked me out too though. lol

  2. That's funny Sonja. My eyes got so much better when I was pregnant with Isabel that I didn't need to wear my glasses at all. With Sam they actually got worse. As for Lucia, it really was a draw. Now that I am done having babies and nursing I have to go to the eye doctor. It's high time!

    Oh and randomly, it would seem after having 3 babies I've grown about an inch taller and my feet did get bigger.

  3. An inch taller?!! Oh man, that would be AWESOME. That would make most everything else [more] acceptable. :)

  4. I can't explain it at all. As you age you are supposed to shrink. And yet I went from 5'7" to 5'8" somewhere along the way with Sam and Lucia.

  5. oh and the stretch marks aren't so bad after the first kid. At least for me they weren't.

  6. I got the exact same advice from my optometrist and she was very right. After two kids, my vision is finally (after 21 years) stabalizing and my astigmatism is improved. As for the rest, feet stayed the same but genetics did me NO favors in the world of stretchmarks. (But I do find it a bit funny that with Liam, I just added another inch or so on to the same ones I had from Cara.) Those changes really are about family history more than anything.

  7. The only thing I spent significant time worrying about was the possibility of my feet getting bigger and having to say "goodbye" to my favorite shoes. Luckily, they still fit.