He opened his eyes

It was 930am when he came rushing into our bedroom.... "Mom and Dad, my eyes are open!" he yelled awaking us from our slumber.... Although I still felt extremely exhausted from the lack of sleep the night before, the sound of excitement in his voice energized me and I pulled him into our bed....
Baby Boy finally found the strength and courage to open his eyes, through all of the pain... Today he had a much better day but I am finding that I am becoming increasingly impatient with his behavior.... I have to remind myself that even I as an adult and with all of the expectations I would have for myself am a bit unsure if I would be on my best behavior after having my eye opened and probed in with mechanical devices added to it and having several eye drops administered every few hours....
We are taking baby steps, still giving choices "Either the eye patch or the no-no's"... he went back and forth but each time we obliged him until finally we settled on the eye patch.....
When I removed the patch for his evening dose of drops.... the tape ripped of a tiny bit of his skin....