Why are they crooked?

"One of the reasons I blog is because I can’t afford to pay for proper therapy."

 

Once we finally arrived in LA it was one of those hurry up and wait moments. After what seemed like hours but, really was only 20 minutes, the receptionist called Oli's name.

"Have a seat and Beverly will be with you in a little while." she tells us.

 A little while? I was practically bursting from my skin with impatience.

The ocularist, Beverly walks through the door a few minutes later.

We started out with Beverly's partner, Steven Haddad but transferred to Beverly after a few visits. She was working more on different custom made conformers although Oli's had never been custom fit. What I mean is, no mold was taken of her eye sockets and then a conformer made based on the mold, like it is now. 

I would have preferred to stick with Steven.

Beverly was nice, but she would just never listen to us as parents.  She was a rough spoken, tall, blond, older woman who liked to think that exactly what the prosthetic looked like or how it was positioned didn't matter. 

I didn't really care at first when it was a little crooked and never seemed to sit straight. After a few appointments, I started to get annoyed.

"As long as it doesn't bother her, it doesn't matter that it looks like one eye is looking at the ceiling or that one is turned in. The point is that it is bigger and it's in." she would tell me.

 Yeah, Beverly it does matter because it bothers me.

I didn't want her eyes to look crossed or rolled toward the ceiling.

She never listened though. I should have been more vocal about it looking right.

After all, we were driving 6 hours one way and spending about $1000 on each eye.

I guess I just didn't want to make a big fuss and trusted that she knew best because she was the professional.  This was a common theme in the first few years of Oli's life.  I just trusted that everyone treated and loved Oli like I did.  I thought that if they were teaching or caring for her they would give it 100% each and every time.

Now I've learned that, that isn't always the case.  Most of the time it is, but I've learned to trust that nagging feeling in my heart that tells me something isn't as it should be.

I trust my abilities as her mother and know that I will always do what's best for her and if it differs from what someone else is telling me, I have the right to say no.

It is my job to always give 100% because it's not always the job of everyone else even when it should be.

See how her right eye looks like she is looking at the sky.