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A letter to the mom who’s child just received a diagnosis:

It’s okay to grieve.

Dear Mama,

I know it has been a long and tough road and yet you are only at the beginning. There has been sleepless nights, never ending days, endless google searches, and too many tears. Ever since the first thought of there being something “different” about your child, you have not been at peace. You have wondered what, why, and how. You have blamed yourself for not remembering your prenatal vitamin everyday, or for that one time you caved and ate unpasteurized cheese during your pregnancy. You have scolded yourself for not recognizing what was going on sooner, or not pushing the Doctors to look harder. And then all at once you have quickly forced yourself into acceptance and bravery. You know your husband does not understand half of the medical terms being tossed around, and your mother is beside herself with worry for your child so you have to be there to support them. Speaking of your child, how can you show them anything but bravery and acceptance? This is their life after all and they are so young and innocent. This diagnosis changes things, possibly everything. You have to keep it all together, the dishes, laundry, making meals, signing field trip forms, blood tests, specialist appointments, the list only gets longer. You make all the calls, telling family and friends the same information over and over, always answering “I’m fine” if they ask how you are handling things.

But Mama, you are not fine and that’s okay. You are allowed to feel the roller coaster of emotions this diagnosis came with. You are allowed to be angry and blame the universe if that gets you through the day. You are allowed to be afraid for every single worst case scenario that could come your way. You are allowed to laugh at things that are completely inappropriate at the time. You are allowed to eat every piece of chocolate you can get your hands on. You are allowed to ugly cry into a pillow. Your life just changed in a big way too. And tomorrow or two weeks from now you will get up and continue on with the bravery and acceptance because you are a great mom. But until then feel all the feelings, let yourself go through the healing process. It’s okay to grieve.

Sincerely,

A mama who’s been there.

My Christmas Village

When I was pregnant I was so excited that Timothy was going to be a little older than the girls were for his first Christmas (the girls were November and December babies). I thought it would all be so magical and fun for him. Fast forward to December and I just can’t seem to get into the holiday spirit. This is where the everyday struggle for acceptance comes in. Do I know Timothy is blind? Yes. Do I know he will be okay and have an amazing fulfilling life without sight? Yes. Is it hard to set up a Christmas tree full of ornaments and lights and have Timothy not even turn his head in that direction? Also yes.

Christmas tree full of ornaments including little Elfs. Santa Christmas countdown Calendar in the background.
Oh Christmas tree.

It is hard to watch my daughters’ eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree and know that he won’t experience that. That sadness can sometimes weigh me down but luckily I have amazing people around me who can bring me back to acceptance and happiness.

8 month old with a soother in her mouth in front of the Christmas tree
Timothy’s first Christmas.

My mom is one of those people. She dropped off a Christmas tree and ornaments for us but that wasn’t all. She put extra thought into how to allow Timothy to experience his first Christmas. A musical book of Christmas songs, ornaments with bells on them, even some cinnamon scented sticks for the tree. She made it possible for Timothy to experience the Christmas tree in a completely different way. I am so grateful to have such an amazing mom to help me through this journey and remind me of the true spirit of Christmas.

Christmas song book. Elf ornament with a red, green, and white hat with a bell on it,. Green and red Christmas bells. Scented cinnamon sticks for the tree.
Thanks Mom.

Dear Charlotte

A letter to my middle little.

Oh Charlotte,

How in the world are you already 2 years old?! Some days it feels like you were just born yet on the other hand it feels like you have always been apart of our family. I sometimes feel guilty about our time together because there have been so many distractions over the past two years that have affected what I got to spend with you. When I had Hailey I got to spend two and a half years home with her everyday but with you I was back in classes weeks later and then immediately working, it was hard for me to miss any second with you. I am so grateful that for the past 8 months I have got to be home with you again because the year of being 1 was my ultimate favorite with your sister and I really didn’t want to miss yours.

18 month old girl with curly hair wearing a purple unicorn sweatsuit
Charlotte the Unicorn

You changed so much this past year with learning to walk and then quickly learning to run. One day not long ago you woke up speaking sentences where before there were hardly words. I love watching your evolution into childhood yet I wish we could hold onto those little shreds of baby you have left, like when you snuggle into my shoulder if you are tired and how you still need my help to get your PJ’s on. I already can see the last traces of baby leaving your face as you grow taller and smarter every day.

16 Month old curly hair girl holding her newborn brother
Big Sister Charlotte

I know you were only the baby of the family for 16 months and being a middle child is not an easy task. I hope you know that your role in our family is much more and you should never feel replaced or question your worth. But if you ever need reminding I will always be there to tell you how smart you are, how important your presence is in our family, and how absolutely unconditionally loved you are.

@ year old curly haired girl sitting in a pink wooden rocking chair with blue balloons behind her
Charlotte turns 2!

P.S. Don’t grow up just yet stay little just a little bit longer.

Love, Mommy

Timothy’s Story

When we found out we were expecting our third and likely final baby I had a lot of feelings. The first feeling was surprise, we had only started trying and I had not expected it to happen that fast. Then there was a tinge of sadness about this being my last time experiencing pregnancy, newborn snuggles, and all of the firsts (I plan to write a deeper post on those feelings later). And of course there was the feeling of JOY because we were about to welcome another little life to our family!

Having had two girls before and collectively having SIX nieces we were super anxious to find out if we would be the ones to add the first boy. After much discussion we had decided we weren’t going to find out the gender and keep it a surprise. Although knowing myself I am not sure why I ever thought I could do that, how could I plan everything without knowing the gender? So I decided to find out the gender on my own at a private ultrasound. As soon as I found out I was expecting a boy I couldn’t contain my shock and called my sister instantly. There was a couple hours that afternoon I toyed with the idea of not telling my husband and letting it be a surprise for him but I thought yeah right and told him as soon as he was home. I think it took a couple days for him to believe me since he had no idea I was even getting the ultrasound. Soon enough we were planning the batman theme room.

The rest of my pregnancy went fairly smooth, especially in comparison to my high risk pregnancy with Charlotte. That is until 33 weeks and 6 days when I started having really painful contractions and ended up in preterm labor. But luckily we were able to receive some steroid shots for his lungs and a medication to help stop the contractions. We made it another week and a half longer before he couldn’t wait any longer to make his grand entrance at 35 weeks and 3 days.

Sleeping newborn baby wrapped in a blanket wearing a blue and white hat that says "Timothy".
Brand New

Timothy Edward was born March 31 2019 at 2:43am. He weighed a whopping 6 lbs 10 oz even as a 35 weeker. We chose his names after my brothers Tim and Ed who have passed away.

Ever since day one Timothy was such a special presence in our lives and the perfect puzzle piece to complete our family. He instantly gained the love affection of his two big sisters and everyone else who met him.

Life for our family was hectic with three kids and two under 2 but we were managing and loving all the memories we were making.

When Timothy was about 6 weeks old we were at my parents’ house for dinner and my mom mentioned to me that the way he was moving his eyes seemed off. I brushed it off as a weird baby thing but it got me thinking. The next few days I went into panic mode at home when I would see him do odd eye movements. I spent hours upon hours staring at him trying to get him to stare back and he never would. A fleeting thought of “what if he is blind?” crossed my mind but after some googling and talking to my husband we concluded that at 6 weeks old it’s too soon to say whether or not a baby should be focusing on you so we left it.

About a month later I took him to the doctor for a general check up and that is when everything changed. The doctor instantly noticed his eye movements and asked me if I wanted him to call me an ambulance. I was confused, scared, and alone at the doctor’s office with all three kids. I asked him if there was something serious going on and he just said that he will write me a note to take into the Children’s Hospital that day once I had a chance to arrange childcare.

I took him in and we were taken to the back almost immediately. They told me they were concerned about seizures and we would need to see a neurologist in the next 48 hours. After a slightly abnormal EEG we were put on seizure medication and referred to an ophthalmologist because they were also concerned about his lack of focus at now 3 months old.

Baby boy 3 months old wearing a yellow and white striped outfit. He is sucking on a blue soother. There are wires taped to his head with white bandage wrapped around them.
Timothy getting his EEG

The days between appointments felt like weeks and the weeks waiting for more tests felt like months. Finally after a second EEG and an MRI we were told they no longer believed it was seizure activity and that his eye movements were likely solely related to his eyesight. We were taken off the seizure medication and now we just had to wait to find out what was going on.

When we finally (a couple weeks later) saw the ophthalmologist it only took him 10 seconds of looking into Timothy’s eyes to tell us there was definitely a retinal issue and that we would need to go for further testing with a specialist 3 hours away. He told me Timothy wasn’t focusing on anything, tracking, or reacting to light as he should. He also said he couldn’t diagnose for sure but Timothy likely had something called Leber Congential Amaurosis or LCA.

We waited three months to see the specialist and receive the testing that confirmed the diagnosis of LCA but I had known it was true from the first mention of it. We won’t know for sure what Timothy has for vision until he can tell us but due to his lack of response it is expected that he has no usable vision and little to no light perception.

Right now we are still awaiting the results of the genetic testing to tell us which gene is affecting Timothy and get any information we can from that. But overall we know that there is not much available for treatment of genetic retinal conditions and currently there is no available treatments for LCA in Canada.

7 month old baby boy smiling with his hand in his mouth.
So sweet.

In these few months of knowing Timothy is blind our world has shifted and changed completely. We decided to dive right into learning everything we can in order to help Timothy grow up safe, strong, supported, and independent. Timothy is the sweetest baby with the biggest smile and the loudest giggles. He has brightened up our entire life with his presence and shown us a love deeper than we knew before. His story may have some twists and turns in it but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Welcome to my Blog

Hello!

Writing a blog has always been something I have been interested in but I wasn’t sure if I had anything worth reading about so I stuck to keeping a journal. That was until this past year changed my life drastically and I felt compelled to share my story and my continuing journey publicly. I am so excited to enter the blogging world and make connections with others who feel like they can relate to my life in some way.

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Melissa

Happiness is Blind

This is going to be my first real blog post and I couldn’t be more nervous. When I was thinking of starting this page there was always something that would hold me back from diving in. At first it was the thought of people reading personal details about my life (PS – Mom I would really appreciate it if you never read the marriage section) but I quickly got over that. Anyone who knows me would probably say I am an over-sharer anyway.

In the end the biggest reason it took me months to finally decide to jump in the blog pool was creating a name.

I always knew I wanted the name to incorporate the main reason I wanted to publicly share our journey. My son Timothy, who was born blind. Which you can read more about on this blog post:

https://happinessisblind.com/2019/11/18/timothys-story

What I didn’t know was how to incorporate it in a way that is positive. Finding out your child is blind comes with many feelings and I plan to address the good, the bad, and the ugly crying that came with it but the main focus of this blog and our everyday life with our family is the amazing world view you begin to have when you are not focused on how things look.

Thank-you for joining me and my family on this journey.