Get some contacts

I was overdue for an eye doctor appointment when I found out I was pregnant. Then I found out you shouldn't go to the eye doctor while you are pregnant, or until six weeks after the birth. Something about the water retention in your body affecting your eyes, I think. So I held out, knowing my vision was not as good as it used to be: it got to where I wasn't comfortable watching a movie with subtitles. (And yes, I do like to watch foreign movies at times.)
So pretty much six months after my son was born, I made the appointment and got a prescription for my glasses. Contacts, however, were not so easy.
After several trials (and errors) one eye would see well while the other was off a bit. It's pretty frustrating to have to make appointments for contact check-ups while trying to get back working and taking care of an infant, so the appointment scheduling was happening more on a monthly basis, rather than weekly. I was about to give up and just wear glasses all the time right about the time my son turned six months old and found out how fun it is to pull mommy's glasses off her head, and practice his skill of gripping. When he's determined, he grips quite well and then you have a bit of a mom vs. baby battle going on while trying not to bend a frame. That, and then the glasses have some smudges that grandma calls "love prints" but that make it difficult to see much, in which case you might as well be wearing a pair of contacts that are slightly off-prescription!
On a side note, right about this time, baby boy has also acquired the astounding talent of pulling bookmarks out of books! At first it was funny. Now, he doesn't even have to look, he can just reach his hand behind his head and ta-da! It's now holding a bookmark! Consequently, I have developed the habit of memorizing page numbers before closing my book, just in case.