V's eye

Since Baby V was born, I've spent about 20% of my time complaining about her not sleeping, 10% of my time pathetically trying to nurse, another 10% trying on too-tight pants, and the entire rest of my time has been dedicated to cleaning out her eye.

It's been yucky from the get-go, her little eye socket. She was born with a clogged duct in her right eye, and it's oozed nonstop, sometimes partially shutting her eye with all of its myriad goo. I harrassed the doctor about it three times, begging him for some magic eyedrops to, at the very least, stop it from looking so gross. (He said no, three times, with increasing annoyance.)

It's been red and irritated and she started rubbing at it as soon as she had enough coordination in her tiny paw. All that eye pus was definitely getting in the way of her miraculous feats of beauty. ("Wow, look at that hair, but what's wrong with her eye?" was the standard comment.)

So imagine my joy this morning to discover that her tear duct has opened and the grand domination of the yucky eye has come to a close -- her eye is clear and blue and gorgeous to behold.

NOW what will I do with all this free time?