She is such a wonder to me and her dad. We are so proud of her progress and how easily every new thing is coming to her. We are in awe of her at how she answers other kids' questions regarding why she is using a white cane.
I never thought I would have a child with a disability - just didn't occur to me. There are none in our families at all. I feel so thankful that the world has changed from those old days. We are just CRAZY about our daughter and want ALL the BEST for her & we can see how she will be such a wonderful addition to society even without vision.
AMEN, and what beautiful words.
I remember when J was born how scared we all were. I was exactly 24 weeks along... her AGPAR score was a 1. She was eleven inches and 16 ounces. The doctors talked to us and told me she had about a 10% chance of survival. Those first few days I didn't even allow myself to hope that she would make it. I froze just to see how tiny she was hooked up to all those machines in the NICU.
When it finally became clear that laser treatment was not working for ROP and she was going to suffer permanent vision loss, I was incredibly conflicted. Part of me really grieved for all the stuff that she would never be able to do. It broke my heart to think that she would never know what my face looked like, that one day she could have children and never be able to gaze into their eyes, or we never get to share a sunset together or star gaze at night. Another part of me felt ungrateful because compared to death, what is losing sight?
What finally helped me was talking to someone at the National Federation of the Blind who said "I understand why *you* consider it a loss, but you have to realize that she doesn't know that. She has never had sight, it's not a loss *to her*, living without sight is her idea of normal. She will not grieve the lack of vision, or feel inadequate or as if she is defective so long as you do not project that image to her. She will not feel bad for herself if you choose to feel good about her and her abilities."
That really, really struck a chord with me. And it's true, she has no idea what it means to see, or any idea of what it means to be sighted vs. blind. She does realize that there are things that we know about that she can't grasp because we "see" with our eyes while she doesn't (like colors for example, or knowing that it is day time vs. night time just by using our eyes), but honestly, it is really not a big deal to her. She doesn't get sad about it, and it's really a very matter of fact thing to her. Some people use their eyes to see, some people use their hands to see when their eyes don't work.
This is probably my biggest battle with "the public" so to speak. It's very obvious that she is blind (both of her eyes have started to discolor and cloud over) and all sorts of strangers will approach out of the blue and make comments like "You poor thing!" or "bless you, it must be so hard to raise a child who is blind!" or "That's just awful!" It bugs me because she is starting to get to an age where she is really tuning into things that people say, and when they use that constant tone of pity it makes her start to wonder. One day, there was an old woman in the grocery store line behind us who was cooing to my younger son and J was helping me empty the cart. After a minute or two the woman noticed that J is blind and she practically sounded like she was going to cry she was in such a fit of sympathy. "Oh, is she blind? Oh, that must be so hard! It must just break your heart! What a saint you are ! That must have been so devastating! Can she see AT ALL?" I responded very nicely but very firmly that my daughter was fine and we're all very happy and thank you for your concern. When we were going to the parking lot she was quiet and then after I had her buckled in the car she asked me "Mom, is there something wrong with me?"
She was really concerned about it to. I was able to quickly reassure her that she was just fine and she dropped it fairly quickly, but I am extra sensitive to that now, especially given what an enormous helping of self-esteem she came home with. I swear, what I really need to do is invite these people to our home so they can witness her and her younger brother duking it out in my living room over toys, or in the kitchen over helping cook, etc. etc.
All you have to do is watch a 17 month old who could care less whether she's blind or not, and a four year old who care less she's blind either, and it really hits home just how normal life can be, sighted or not sighted!
She can hear him coming a mile away, and man does she hoard toys at the very *thought* he might be coming to take something she's playing with.