Wow. 18 months old. Oliver has done so much, so quickly. I am so proud of him. He is walking at least 10 miles a day now, or at least it seems that way. It's thrilling to see him do some things so well, but then reality sets in. And it bites.
Oliver saw his eye doctor today for his followup. One of his therapist had noticed, and so had we, that he looks out of the sides of his eyes quite often. We all thought it was just a cute little face he makes. It turns out he has "significant deficits in his visual field" caused from the bleeding in his brain. His central vision is fine, just slightly farsighted, but his peripheral vision is not. It was recommended that we contact the School for the Deaf and Blind because they have some programs that can help with his side vision. I asked, of course, how this would affect him and was told he would have trouble learning to walk, but of course that hasn't stopped him there. He will probably be clumsier than other kids and he'll need classroom accommodations for vision. On a good note, Dr. White (eye doc) said he has definitely
found his own way to deal with and cope with the deficits in his
vision, that's why he turns his head and looks to the side a lot.
I know, I know, I know. This is NOT that bad. Things could have been much worse. However, I am his mama. Each difficulty he has crushes me. When I see him laugh, walk, smile it is easy to forget he has a significant brain injury. When I am reminded of it by a new obstacle I am heartbroken for him.
