So the big day was here.   We were off to see the pediatric opthamologist.  I was a nervous wreck.  I had asked my sister in law to take off and come with me.  I did not think that I was in the right frame of mind to drive the hour it would take to get there.  I cannot even begin to tell you all of the things that went through my mind in that hour.  I was so upset and scared and anxious.  I honestly wanted to blow off the appointment and just accept it.  I guess that is always my first instinct.  Not to deal always sounds better then the alternative!

Once we were there they were very nice.  It was another huge office building with lots of people dressed in kids scrubs.  When we went into the room the nurse did an intake.  She asked a whole bunch of questions.  Most of the answers were no.   There was no degenerative eye conditions in the family.  There were none of the 1000 questions she had asked.  The whole time I was thinking that if there were none of these things does that mean that nothing was wrong.  You know that that is what I wanted.  To go there and to have the Dr. tell me that my Dr. was a moron and send me home.

As the Dr. came in to examine her he seemed a little cold.  It could have been me because I am sensitive to this but he seemed annoyed in some way.  I held her in my arms and he did the flashlight trick and a few others.  The last thing he did she had a slight response to.  My sister in law was so excited.  I did not buy it.  I figured it was a sound she had followed.  Either way was one response out of the 50 times he had done it a good odd?

In the end he had told us to go to a pediatric neuro-opthamologist.  Now I do not know about you but I had heard of a lot of things but this specialty was not one of them!  He had explained that it looks like it could be something she will grow out of.  I was a little relieved.  My sister in law was a lot relieved.  As we drove home we talked a lot.  She had gone over all of the reasons that she had felt good about the appointment.  All I could think was of the bad.  She had a few points like the one that it could just be a development thing.

We were talking so much that she was speeding.  Of course she got pulled over and ticketed.  I told her to tell him that we were discussing your blind neice and the doctor’s appointment we had just come from.  Tell him that my baby cannot see and you were trying to make me believe in the little shreds of hope that the doctor had just provided.  We giggled some while he gave her a huge ticket.  So much for her helping me.  You see where that got her!

Becca

Links to the Full Series

Baby Blind Part I
Baby Blind Part II
Baby Blind Part III
Baby Blind Part IV
Baby Blind Part V

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