Her prosthetic eye moves out of alignment easily nowadays, and when it’s misaligned, it can appear frightening to others. When that happens, I am tasked to realign it using a small suction cup. Knowing how uncomfortable it is, she drags her heels on it. If she flatly refuses, I have to clamp her down with my legs and use one hand to pry open her eyelids while squeezing in the suction cup while she cries murder.
Today, she decided to try doing it herself. With some verbal guidance, she caught the hang of it and not only took it out, but re-inserted and aligned her eye! No tantrums, no screaming. Mighty proud of herself for having achieved this milestone, she ran off to brag to her dad and granddad, while I shared this accomplishment with her doctor via email!