…a little beauty is gone forever from the world, and Kiddo#4 is a little bit less a baby.
It took two days, but his baby blue eyes have gone to brown.
Kiddo#2 did the same thing, only over a single day. When she woke up in the morning, she had blue eyes, but I noticed they were a little less bright than the day before. Through the day, I noticed more and more they’d become darker, and by evening she had chocolate-brown eyes.
I don’t mind that. My mother saw her the next week, and as Kiddo#2 lay there looking up at her, she and I noticed simultaneously just how expressive her eyes were as she looked up. “Hello, bright eyes,” my mother said, even as I wondered how brown eyes could be so radiant. Mine certainly aren’t.
The other two boys started off with bluish eyes, and although they’re not as blue, they stayed bluish. I’d call them “hazel.” My Patient Husband calls them “blue.” I guess the DMV will have the final word when they turn eighteen and get licenses.
Emily Rose had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure if it was due to the anencephaly, but I’ve never seen eyes that startlingly blue. She had the kind of eyes that, if they hadn’t changed, you would stop on the street to look at them again. Combined with her brown hair, her looks would have turned heads.
Right now, the likely combinations have all been achieved: blond hair and blue eyes; blond hair and brown eyes; brown hair and blue eyes; brown hair and brown eyes. I guess this is why you should have four children, just to make sure all the bases are covered.
But I’m still sad. I kind of wish he’d kept the blue.
It’s not that I object to brown eyes, but it’s a little loss in the world right now. Another way the baby is no longer a baby.