Recently Brent and I had noticed Trett's right eye not focusing on us when we talked to him. I noticed it only a few times and thought it seemed worse when he was more tired. I did ask him if he could see me or if things were blurry. He said he could see me and no things were not blurry. I wondered if he had a lazy eye. I made him a Dr appointment to the eye Dr. The morning of his appointment we were all talking about him going. Ashytn played along and had him close each eye and tell her what number of fingers she was holding up. On the second eye he replied when I shut that eye and keep this one open everything goes dark. I didn't think a lot about it and was just glad we were going to the Dr. When we reached the Dr office and the Dr started examining both eyes I began to realize Trett was really having a hard time seeing with the right side. It became apparent when the Dr covered his left eye and started waving his hands in front of Trett's face and said tell me what you see and Trett said I can't see anything. He cannot see anything with his right eye.
What?!? Since when? Why hadn't I noticed? Why didn't he tell me. I was flooded with questions and emotions.
The Dr told us that his retina had become detached and it looked to have a lot of scar tissue. He said the scar tissue made him think Trett hadn't been able to see out of his right eye for a few years. And that trauma to the head may have caused this.
My mind raced back as I tried to remember any trauma to the head. He did have to have his forehead glued at one time. That was all I could think of that was anything out of the normal head trauma. Of course he is a boy and they fight, wrestle and try dangerous stuff all the time. I did the normal every time he fell or hit his head, loved him checked his eyes to see if they were dilated and just watched him the rest of the day. Nothing really came to mind. I still felt and still do feel terrible not knowing Trett was walking around with one blind eye. I asked the Dr why wouldn't he say something? He said that he probably didn't know better. I would have thought it would be scary to a small child. He said there wasn't much we could do. If we had caught it in the first 24 hours then the retina could possible be reattached. He set us up an appointment with a eye surgeon to see what they thought.
Brent and I spent the rest of yesterday walking around with one eye closed. Funny because neither of knew the other one was doing it. Talking with a few people that have eye problems say that the good eye will compensate for the hurt eye. We have tried to get somewhat of a timeline of when it happened. I checked his school records and the last eye test he had was before kindergarten and he passed. Trett said he remembers hurting the top of that eye when he was in preschool. So that doesn't make sense unless it happened after his kindergarten registration in April.
Last night when I was tucking him in bed I explained to him we would do everything possible to help him see in that eye. I explained he might be able to see again or not see as well as his good eye or he might never see out of it again. He said I hope so. Meaning he hopes he will be able to see again. My heart just sank. Had he been worried about for all his time and never said anything. Had he said something and I never paid attention. So many thoughts have flooded my mind. When I ask him why he didn't say something to me he just said I don't know.
When I was explaining it to Wyatt he said mom can't Jesus help him. SO SWEET
We are having a special fast on Sunday for him.
I will post more after our appointment on Monday afternoon.