Leave me alone. I'm okay

I was my mother's first baby. So she was still learning a lot. Well remember the car ride I told you about??? How it calmed me down? Well here is another ball I'll throw at ya.
Okay so I had cradle cap right. My mom was getting me ready to wash my hair. She took off my pajamas and wrapped me up in a towel. I was mad and uncomfortable. I started to cry in hopes that she would take me for another car ride..... Didn't work that time. :)
Anyway, so I hear the water coming up and I'm thinking I'm just going to get another bath. I had no idea what my mom was doing. I just wanted my pajamas back on, wrapped up in my blanket, and sleeping. I'm frustrated at this point and still crying. Next thing I know the water is just falling on my head. It was kinda like a massage. It felt so good that I stopped crying. My eyes were wide open and I was loving this feeling. As I was enjoying this moment, I was in deep thought about how cool it was that I not only have a nice car ride to go on if I get fussy but now I also have this water thing going on. heh heh heh, my mom is in for it now. :) 
While my mom was letting the water run down my head, she had a visitor that was standing right next to her. They were just chatting back and fourth about how adorable I was. Because I am you know. Than my mom's friend tells her that my eyes were moving weird. My mom looked at me and said "His eyes are fine. He's a baby.".......The subject was dropped after that.
A few days later my parent's and I went to my mother's house. My nani. I know more people were there I just don't remember who. The one that does pop into my mind though was my mom's Tia Bernadine. Why??? Because when she was holding me, she brought up my eyes too. She said that they shouldn't be moving around that much.
After getting two opinions about my eyes, my mom just wished everyone would just stop talking about my eyes. Because she said I was fine. There was nothing wrong with my eyes. But the more she thought about it,  she called and made me an appointment just to be safe.
The eye doctor told my mom it could be because I was a preemie. That they had to come back when I was six months old to find out what is going on and to see if I had more control over my eye movement.
Those 4 months went by so slow for my parents. It felt like years to them.
My mother kept telling me everyday that my eyes were fine.

That they were going to be fine.
That everything was going to be..........just.............fine.