I'm new to this forum, but I had to reply as I know quite a bit about growing up albino.
From the perspective of a child, the first few yrs, I didn't notice. My parents loved me, nothing else mattered.
But then I hit school. Children tend to be cruel to anyone who is different. An albino child, a mentally handicapped child, a black child in an all white class, or a white child in an all black class, anything that is different. The key is to minimize the differences. You have an infant, you're not thinking about this yet. But when he is a child, who has to interact with other children, please try to help him as much as possible by helping him fit in.
I was very much loved, but my mother didn't understand how painful 'not fitting in' was. The mistakes she made were; not dressing me in clothes as much like the other kids as possible, my hair style was old fashioned and long, bushy, and very white. It should have been cut in fashion for that time, preferably short, and colored. The white skin you can't do anything about, but the hair can be minimized. And the out of fashion clothes and hair made the problem worse.
I don't know your culture, but I met a nine yr old black boy once. I was an adult and had never met another albino. His mother came up to me in a resturaunt and asked if I was an albino, explaining that her son was also. Afterward I have kicked myself, as I didn't think fast enough to tell that mom things that could have helped him.
They had his hair in a large long bushy afro. Blinding white and large. Not necessary. His hair could have been very short, and dyed. It would have helped him so much.
Also, all of my childhood was not painful. I made lots of friends, and once they were friends they ceased to notice the differences. School came easily to me, and even if it doesn't an albino child needs to understand from the first that an education is even more important, as driving may be a problem. We need a job skill!
My parents underestimated me, they thought, 'she's going to get married and have children, why does she need college." I did marry and have children, and have loved being a mom. But oh how I wish I had finished college!
Also, remember that once your child is an adult, it gets better. Yes there are adults who are jerks, bigoted, and cruel to anyone who is different. But they are a lot further apart. Most adults will judge him by what he is able to accomplish, by his social skills, and his own self confidence. The 'different look' will not be as much of a hang up. Or only a tiny one at first meeting and soon passed.
Yes albinism is a pain. And can be painful. But in the parade of handicaps that children are born with, IMHO it's one of the least painful. Your son can live a good normal life and do just about whatever he wants to.
Also, as far as glasses. I had many pairs of glasses as a child. I managed to 'accidentally sit on, step on, or lose most of them. Because they didn't change my vision. The opthamologists kept saying their glasses improved my vision. And my folks believed them. But they didn't It wasn't until I was fifty two yrs old, I happened to try on my husbands glasses and was amazed. His prescription works better then anything given my by a long line of Dr's over the yrs.
I'm sure there are better methods for eye exams now. I hope. I hope that the eye Dr's that you take your son to are better at finding a prescription that works. But if his glasses consistantly dissapear, you might consider that to him, they're not worth bothering with.
This is probably more info than you wanted. I hope that the main message is that it's not a terrible tradgedy. Most ppl have some limitation. Even non albino. And your son will have advantages that some other children will not have. Accepting and lovling parents. Whatever natural talents he was born with. Have fun watching as he grows and finding out what his talents will be.
Anyone wanting to talk about albinisim please email me at dryfishy@yahoo.com
Let me try! Don't put fences around me. My eye sight will put up enough limits without you, my family and friends building more. Let me try and cheer me on whatever the outcome.