I was so nervous for her as the eye doctor was narrowing down her prescription. I know when I'm sitting in that exam chair I feel like I'm under huge pressure, trying to decide if "one" or "two" looks better, because heaven forbid I screw it up and end up with an incorrect prescription for the next year or two. But Bree did great, and the doctor was impressed. Bree's prescription isn't too severe, but she also has an astigmatism that has made it harder for her to see.
There wasn't a huge selection of frames to choose from, but I was relieved that she really liked these little red sassy ones. Her new glasses arrived Friday, and she's been wearing them from morning 'til night without complaint, so I'm thinking she's enjoying being able to see. Everyone we've seen since has showered her with compliments on her glasses, enough to ensure that her confidence in her appearance won't suffer. Not that I was worried too much there.