Luna had an appointment today with her pediatric ophthalmologist, who also specializes in neurology and oncology. We had to postpone our last appointment with him, because the hospital bumped us off the schedule for Luna’s last MRI, and then we had to wait several weeks to reschedule both appointments. The new eye exam had to be in Los Gatos, which is even farther away than Stanford.

Sam took off the day, so that he could watch Carmela, and I took Luna to the doctor’s by myself. About 40 minutes or so into the drive, I said to Luna that I needed a bathroom. She said that she did too, and suddenly it was an emergency. I was looking for somewhere to pull over, and yelling at her, “Don’t you dare go in your pants! You’d better hold it!” It wasn’t even 5 minutes and she shit herself. Not just herself, but the carseat too. It was a mess of diarhea everywhere. I pulled into a gas station and parked. Luckily I had some wet wipes in the car, and the gas station had paper towels. I had to wipe her down, get her clothes off and strip her carseat, without spreading the mess around further.

This all happened in the middle of a Wendy’s parking lot. I had to get plastic bags to put the shit-laden stuff into, so that we could drive without vomitting. Of course I did not have extra clothes for Luna. I thought about trying to find a store where I could buy her some clothes, but I was so worried about getting to the appointment on time, that I didn’t want to risk it. I had two sweatshirts I tied around her waist for a skirt. The appointment letter said to be early, and that we would be rescheduled if we were late! I didn’t know exactly where I was going, and once I got close, the Google directions were wrong.

Despite it all, we were only 5 minutes late, and then we had to wait 45 minutes to see the doctor. I had to keep reminding Luna not to flash her crotch at the doctors or the other people in the waiting room. Once we finally got in, her appointment didn’t take very long. The doctor said her optic nerve looked good, which is important, but that her vision has deteriorated further. She now has 20/60 vision and needs glasses. We were expecting something like this. I got her prescription and we bought her some glasses in the afternoon. It was a very long and tiring day, but also a success. Luna loves her new glasses and responded to them immediately with, “Everything is clear now!”