Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I can do this.
Sometimes I get the contact in on the first try.
Sometimes it stays in all day.
Sometimes we reach patch time goal.
Sometimes this feels normal.

Sometimes I feel like I can't do this.
Sometimes it takes 20 min. before I get the contact in.
Sometimes my hands start shaking.
Sometimes I can feel Easton's heart beating while I am trying to get it in.
Sometimes I just hold him tight and we try again later.

Sometimes I see the contact fall out.
Sometimes I find it on my knee, on the floor, in his hair, on his butt.
Sometimes I find it on the tip of Azalea's finger.
Sometimes I find the contact days, weeks later.
Sometimes I don't find the contact at all.

Sometimes I forget that Easton has a patch on his face.
Sometimes his smile is actually bigger than the size of his patch.
Sometimes the twinkle in his eyes can be seen even through the patch.
Sometimes he laughs while I'm putting the patch on.
Sometimes I feel progress.

Sometimes my heart breaks when I put the patch over his sweet little face.
Sometimes he is immediately annoyed.
Sometimes he just keeps rubbing and rubbing and rubbing the patch.
Sometimes I know he is crying because he wants the patch off.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.

Sometimes I feel alone.
Sometimes this is too much for me.
Sometimes I notice all the tension I'm holding in my body.
Sometimes I just don't understand why.
Sometimes I wish his eye will just magically heal.

Sometimes I know I'm not the only one.
Sometimes I believe everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes I just take a deep breath.
Sometimes reading a blog helps.
Sometimes writing a blog helps.