And they are not what we expected. I knew that Julia's right eye would not have "normal" vision. I expected a number like 20/200 (which is legally blind). I had steeled myself to hear that and be okay. I figured the left eye would come in somewhere at 20/40 or so. Her left eye is a bit farsighted, but at the last appointment we decided to wait on glasses because we were hoping she would grow out of it. So I finally got a call with the numbers and...
20/400 in the right eye
20/100 in the left eye
I was stunned. I had never expected her left eye to be that impaired. We are counting on her left eye to be strong and healthy so that if we never attained good vision with the right, well, we could count on the left. Now her "sound" eye (as the doc calls it) isn't seeming so sound.
Even the doc was surprised, which sparked great anxiety in me. I didn't understand how my baby's vision is so terrible but she runs around like a maniac!
To make matters worse, we had a terrible incident with her on Sunday. Jed accidentally ran into her and she fell straight back onto her head. She immediately started screaming, but when I picked her up, she stopped. I figured she had calmed down, but when I looked at her, her head was tilted back and she wasn't breathing. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp. James started screaming her name and I froze. After blowing in her face and even puffing air into her mouth, she started screaming. She cried and cried, but was lethargic and sleepy. So we immediately went to the ER. Of course, by the time we got there, she was acting completely normal. Docs said that she probably was so stunned that she tried to take a long, deep inhale but got "stuck" and held her breath. She didn't have a concussion or anything so we came home. It was the scariest moment of my life. Scarier than handing over my baby to a surgeon, scarier than learning about phpv and cataracts, scarier than anything I have ever experienced. I keep seeing her image in my face and it tears me up every time. I thought I was going to lose my baby in that moment, and it was too much. I couldn't take it.
Well, that incident, on top of the new vision information has set my anxiety on edge. I am by nature an anxious person and always feel better if I can "do" something or "fix" it. Well, I can't fix this and it makes me crazy. I'm walking around with a ball of nerves in my stomach feeling like I am constantly filled with adrenalin. It is a horrible feeling and I'm not sure what to do (short of becoming a zombie on a ton of anxiety meds!) So I text some imoms and realize I'm not alone. Read some other blogs and know that other families are facing the same challenges. Talk to my husband and my mom and accept that I am a great mom that is taking care of her baby in the best way she can.
So, after emails with the doc, contacting First Steps about more vision services, and lots of tears - I have done all I can. We are seeing the doc Oct. 2nd (perhaps earlier - he told me to call his nurse to get squeezed in) and he is going to do the Cardiff test himself to make sure the numbers are right. And we will go from there. He is also going to go over the results with the surgeon to see if/when we should do the strabismus surgery.
There is a bit of good news though. The fabulous nurse, Tracy, from the Eye Clinic called and said that Julia's back up contact was in. The company sent a three pack (so we have three back ups!) and the cost is only 90 dollars for all three! I don't know if this is an apology for messing up so many lenses or their normal bulk price, but it is great. I can't figure out how one lens is 150 and three are 90, but whatever. Maybe they made a few extra and since they are custom and don't really sell that size they are discounting it. Who cares - I get cheaper lenses! But wait, it gets better...
The doc emailed me and he spoke with our insurance and they are approving the lens! So I am getting three lenses at no cost. That made my day. Gave me just enough boost to keep going. So we will get up tomorrow, put the contact in, collect our patches, and go about our day. One day, one patch, one contact at a time...we will do this.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
beautiful things
Things have been challenging lately. Several of my "imom" friends are dealing with surgeries - scary surgeries. Well, all surgery on your baby is scary, but the thought of losing vision, when you have fought so very hard to preserve it, is terrifying. And I don't have the right words to say. I'm not sure how to help. And I remember being in the same situation - you go to the eye doctor expecting a routine appointment (although deep down inside you are worried but would never say it out loud) and instead of "normal" you are scheduling your baby for another surgery.
I remember driving home from that appointment and I called my sister and cried. I cried for Julia - for the pain she has had to endure and the bravery she has shown at such a young age. I cried for myself - what had I done wrong? Why me? Why Julia? What was going to happen? Would my baby be able to see out of both eyes?
My sister was wonderful and just let me cry. She didn't try to fix it or make it better, she just listened. So far all of you wondering how you can help a friend in a similar situation, here is some advice.
Don't say:
- It is going to be okay. You don't know that and can't guarantee it. A better choice of words: I know this is difficult and the future is scary, but I will walk with you to the other side.
- It could be worse. She/He could have cancer, heart disease, etc. We know it could be worse. We visit hospitals all the time with our children and we see other kids in terrible health situations. But we don't need to hear this right now. Because right now it is "worse" for us. It is our baby and we are scared and angry and upset. A better choice of words: This is horrible. It is not fair that your child is going through this. It is okay to be upset, afraid, and angry. How are you really feeling?
- At least she/he has a good eye. Again, we know this. And while we are thankful for this - it doesn't help to be reminded in this moment. We are scared, sad, and angry about the other eye (leg, arm, whatever the case may be). A better choice of words: What is her prognosis? Do you want to tell me about the situation? How can I help you while you go through this?
I think most of all we just want to be validated. We may feel like our world is crashing down around us and we need someone to understand that. To hear us vent, be scared and rant about how unfair this whole situation is. Someone to listen.
I know that I have felt lots of emotions surrounding Julia and her "eye." It has been a roller coaster ride that is neverending. I have wondered, "Did I do something during the pregnancy?" "What did I do to make God angry?" "Why is this happening?"
A couple weeks ago at church I heard a new worship song. Here are the lyrics:
And I realized, God is making me new. He is making beautiful things out of the dust. Don't get me wrong, it isn't easy or fun. This is the challenge my daughter has and I am going to let God make something beautiful out of it. I have never liked the Christian platitude that "He turns a mess into a message." When I am in a "mess," the last thing I need to hear is that God is going to use it for his glory. Really? God gave me pain and suffering on purpose so that He can have a message? He made my daughter suffer so that He can have a testimony. I don't buy it. I'm not sure why some people suffer in certain ways but I know that this journey is changing me. And I am going to try to let it change me for the better. Not for a "message" or "testimony" but because He cares about me. God loves me and wants my life to be a garden springing out of the chaos of this world. So in the chaos, pain, hurt and fear - I will find beauty in the dust:
You Make Beautiful Things - song
I remember driving home from that appointment and I called my sister and cried. I cried for Julia - for the pain she has had to endure and the bravery she has shown at such a young age. I cried for myself - what had I done wrong? Why me? Why Julia? What was going to happen? Would my baby be able to see out of both eyes?
My sister was wonderful and just let me cry. She didn't try to fix it or make it better, she just listened. So far all of you wondering how you can help a friend in a similar situation, here is some advice.
Don't say:
- It is going to be okay. You don't know that and can't guarantee it. A better choice of words: I know this is difficult and the future is scary, but I will walk with you to the other side.
- It could be worse. She/He could have cancer, heart disease, etc. We know it could be worse. We visit hospitals all the time with our children and we see other kids in terrible health situations. But we don't need to hear this right now. Because right now it is "worse" for us. It is our baby and we are scared and angry and upset. A better choice of words: This is horrible. It is not fair that your child is going through this. It is okay to be upset, afraid, and angry. How are you really feeling?
- At least she/he has a good eye. Again, we know this. And while we are thankful for this - it doesn't help to be reminded in this moment. We are scared, sad, and angry about the other eye (leg, arm, whatever the case may be). A better choice of words: What is her prognosis? Do you want to tell me about the situation? How can I help you while you go through this?
I think most of all we just want to be validated. We may feel like our world is crashing down around us and we need someone to understand that. To hear us vent, be scared and rant about how unfair this whole situation is. Someone to listen.
I know that I have felt lots of emotions surrounding Julia and her "eye." It has been a roller coaster ride that is neverending. I have wondered, "Did I do something during the pregnancy?" "What did I do to make God angry?" "Why is this happening?"
A couple weeks ago at church I heard a new worship song. Here are the lyrics:
All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new
You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new
You are making me new
And I realized, God is making me new. He is making beautiful things out of the dust. Don't get me wrong, it isn't easy or fun. This is the challenge my daughter has and I am going to let God make something beautiful out of it. I have never liked the Christian platitude that "He turns a mess into a message." When I am in a "mess," the last thing I need to hear is that God is going to use it for his glory. Really? God gave me pain and suffering on purpose so that He can have a message? He made my daughter suffer so that He can have a testimony. I don't buy it. I'm not sure why some people suffer in certain ways but I know that this journey is changing me. And I am going to try to let it change me for the better. Not for a "message" or "testimony" but because He cares about me. God loves me and wants my life to be a garden springing out of the chaos of this world. So in the chaos, pain, hurt and fear - I will find beauty in the dust:
He is making something beautiful out of us:
And if you want to listen to the song, here is a link:
You Make Beautiful Things - song
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