Here’s Charlie the day he got his new Warby Parker glasses earlier this month. I thought it would be a nightmare to get him to keep them on but he hasn’t complained once. Leah got glasses at exactly the same age. Kendall started wearing glasses at 13 but I’ve never had them…until now. I finally had to deal with the fact that I was squinting more than ever sitting in front of my computer all day and Charlie’s opthamologist wrote me a prescription. Why is it easy for me to accept that my three-year-old children need glasses but I'm in denial about my 53-year-old self? Is it vanity? Refusal to accept the aging process?
Charlie’s current eye doctor is the same woman who first saw him in the NICU when he was a few months old. He was born so early that his eyelids were still fused shut—one of the things that freaked me out more than anything. When I first realized that was the case I imagined some ghoulish procedure where they'd have to go at his face with a razor blade but no, that's not how it works. His eyes miraculously opened at about the time they would have if he'd still been in the womb, it was incredible.
Not that we’d get a good look at his eyes for quite some time after that—he had to wear a mask for a while to shield his under-developed retinas. We were dealing with so many possible terrors back then that I barely remember having the energy to panic about his eyes but I do recall that I was scared shitless the first time this opthamologist was called in. Especially since the nurses put the fear of God into us about how horrific the screening process was, saying that we should leave the NICU when she came because it was just too horrible to watch. They told us she had to pry his eyes open with some hideous spider-like device in his eye sockets and if we knew what was good for us we'd make ourselves scarce. Eh. We didn’t leave and after everything we’d already seen, it wasn’t so bad at all. I don't even remember Charlie minding it so much.
Premature babies are at serious risk for something called ROP—Retinopathy of Prematurity.
Babies born at less than three pounds and less than 31 weeks are at the
greatest risk. Charlie was born at 1 pound at 24 weeks. There are five stages
of ROP, with the most severe ones usually meaning loss of vision or total
blindness. When Charlie was finally big enough to be screened, we still couldn’t really tell if he could
see us. I believed that he could, but that didn’t stop me from
doing jarring “tests” every time I got the chance like Helen Keller’s panicked
mother did at the beginning of “The Miracle Worker”—clapping and snapping my fingers in his face. Oh wait, Mrs. Keller was probably testing her baby's hearing with those movements. Oops. Except at that point we didn't know if Charlie could hear either. Ah, the memories! So when Charlie’s doctor
put the spider-device into his eyes, we had no idea what to expect. Wonder of
wonders, miracle of miracles, Charlie’s eyes were just fine, despite all the odds
against him. Which is to say, let’s not be too concerned about the
light prescription he’s wearing now—who gives a fuck? Besides, if I thought Charlie was a chick magnet before, just try walking around Farmers Market with him wearing his new glasses! (Just kidding, Kendall—is it MY fault that every woman within a six-mile radius falls in love with him on sight?)
I also vow to stop stupidly bemoaning my own need for reading glasses. My father, thanks to a particularly bad case of macular degeneration, has been blind for the past 12 years and that is no fun at all. I so admire his ability to cope and still lead a relatively normal life in his condition, he’s really amazing. He even joined the Board of Directors of the Chicago Lighthouse, a fantastic organization that helps the blind and visually impaired and was written up in the Chicago Tribune.
So let’s hear it for Charlie’s new glasses…and my own! Here we are, reading one of Charlie’s favorite books, “Harry the Dirty Dog” by Gene Zion, for the first time with better sight:
He is more charming than ever. What a sparkler!
I love his book-reading skills! :) Started to dig...."few-we-ously!"
Posted by: Donna | April 13, 2013 at 12:34 AM
Sweetest boy. I love these videos.
Posted by: Pat | April 13, 2013 at 01:33 AM
So very very dear....! He knows that book so well....! And I think he looks quite handsome in his new glasses--And so do you in yours!!!
Posted by: OldOldLady of The Hills | April 13, 2013 at 02:06 AM
Coolest three year old ever.
I had to get reading glasses in my early 40s, and that was a pain just because the constant on and off with the glasses was annoying. A few years later, I needed progressives, and honestly, I LOVE my glasses. I don't mind wearing them at all. I'm so grateful my vision is correctable and I love my frames. Can't imagine wanting or wearing contacts.
Posted by: V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios | April 13, 2013 at 05:50 AM
So happy to see Charlie looking and sounding more adorable than ever, if that's even possible. You both look great in your specs.
Posted by: Diane | April 13, 2013 at 10:07 AM
Fauna is going to be SO jealous!!! She wants glasses ("like Daddy")soooo bad! I feel Charlie's new look will only fuel that fire. (:
He looks adorable...but then again, I'm a sucker for a guy in glasses. Love you guys!
Posted by: Mandy | April 13, 2013 at 11:42 AM
Cutie!!!!
Posted by: Julie R. | April 13, 2013 at 01:32 PM
Oh, Charlie! So handsome in your new glasses! Thank you for the story!
Posted by: Karen | April 13, 2013 at 01:40 PM
He is adorable.
That is quite a story about his early eye tests. I hadn't known about the risks to vision from prematurity. Charlie has really beaten the odds in so many ways. And did I mention that he's adorable?
(Glad that you are make adjustments to your own vision correction, too! Getting to 53 without needing glasses is pretty remarkable. I've worn glasses since my mid-20s. Now that I'm in my 40s, I think that bifocals may be in my near future...)
Posted by: alejna | April 14, 2013 at 07:01 AM
This beautiful little boy brings such joy into my life. Thank you so much for sharing! If it's any consolation I'm 12 years older than you and have to go get my hearing tested. As a musician the thought of losing even a little hearing and possibly having to wear a hearing aid is not thrilling but I am amazed at modern medicine. Things can be corrected usually but I, like you, have some resistance toward aging! Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Allison fine | April 15, 2013 at 05:28 AM
Four-eyeses rock (even if this seems grammatically incorrect)! Isn't reading a pleasure when you can actually see the words?
How is it possible that Charlie keeps getting more plotz-worthy?
And, how is it possible that his dad has managed NOT to wear glasses until now?
One ponders these conundra...
Posted by: Sheila Linderman | April 15, 2013 at 09:23 AM
I always love your books and toys! The same ones I had (we're the same age) and I got for my kids. I think I homeschooled just so I could continue to read with them! You and Kendall are great parents. Someone interviewed at the Boston Marathon was named Kendall and I was concerned! You have the best kids ever and I love your blog.
Posted by: Kate | April 16, 2013 at 08:45 PM
He simply could not be more charming!
Posted by: A | April 22, 2013 at 10:42 PM
Gracious, I am behind the times. He is perfect. Hurrah, hurrah.
Posted by: Kate | May 18, 2013 at 05:45 AM
I volunteer at a place in Dallas called
North TX Reading for The Blind or more politically correctly known as Reading Radio Resource and we read textbooks, daily NewsPapers from three major TX cities, fiction and non fiction books, training manuals, grocery ads, sports discussion,!political discussion for anyone who is sight impaired and or learning disabled in any way. We are now online for access anywhere. $60 a year donations and you pops can access their daily broadcast and book selections.
Love the blog and I asked my wife if I google the word "Charlie" would the blog show up on page one.
Posted by: Josh & Esther | July 13, 2013 at 05:58 AM