Cavell still wakes up blind. We figure that while he is laying down the swelling gathers instead of drains. This means extra poofy eyes and under the eyes and he doesn't even have the slit to peek thru. It is sad and amusing to see him walk around with his arms stretched out. I thought he would just want to sit on his chair, but he is just ready to move. Thursday morning he was using his stick horse as a walking cane.
He even let his sister act as his guide-dog. No, really. Alayna pretended to be a dog, and was guiding him around. Then randomly leaving him and calling out, "Owner, come over here!"
But, as the morning passes the swelling moves down and he can begin to see. While he was in front of a mirror, I asked Cavell what his face looked like. He said, "My eyes are down." I asked him what colour they were. "
Blue." I didn't push it. For a little guy that is still working on his colours, I realized it wasn't fair to ask him what colour this is. Even I can't decide if I should say black,
red,
purple or
???
By the end of the day Thursday, even we could see a peek of his eyeball. Eerie to see that bright
blue thru all of that
darkness. It's hard to tell, but you should be able to see a little reflection from his left eye
(on the right side) in this picture.
Because Paul was taking pictures of him, Cavell decided it was time to be goofy. This is when his papa asked him to try and open his eyes as much as he could. That involves his whole face moving, led by his mouth.
Since he was seeing and then not seeing, he also decided to play peek-a-boo with the camera.
There is a definite
BOO!! factor going on.
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