Well, on Friday morning, Stella and I made our way to Seattle Children’s ophthalmology department for her yearly exam. The high-level stats for those keeping score and not wanting to sift through a lengthy post: Clear improvement of stereoscopy, virtually unchanged acuity (still one line different at 20/30 and 20/40, though one examiner saw equal acuity), half a diopter increase in the prescription in both eyes (still 1 diopter greater prescription for the left eye), still no crossing with her glasses, and if I want to, we can stop patching for at least a few months and see how she does. The improvement in 3D seems huge–her eyes are working together!

Here we are, at another crossroads, 14 months from Stella’s initial ophthalmology appointment wherein glasses were prescribed and followed quickly by patching, and nine-ish months from the start of vision therapy. (A typical course of vision therapy is nine to twelve months.) This was slated to be our last month of vision therapy (with regular six-months check-ins, and therapy brush-ups as necessary as Stella grows), but I’m interested in perhaps continuing for a couple months to solidify her gains and help that left eye catch up further. This will be decided in a couple weeks, during part two of Stella’s assessment, in the office of Dr. T, our developmental optometrist/vision therapy practitioner extraordinaire. I’m also eager to hear her take on the ophthalmologist’s findings and prescription.

I’d like to pause and explain why I take Stella to see both an ophthalmologist and a developmental optometrist. I’m a big proponent of vision therapy but I’d be a hypocrite if I dismissed ophthalmology, wouldn’t I? Ophthalmology may have its blind spots but I love getting another, more traditional point of view to consider so I have all the bases covered. It really, really bothers me when people write off vision therapy and developmental optometry based on ignorance and bias. When I bring it up in discussions with other parents on Little Four Eyes (mainly the Facebook discussion board), it usually gets ignored, though there are a few supportive voices. I’m learning to keep my thoughts here, in my own posts on the Little Four Eyes blog, or in welcoming vision-therapy-focused forums, so as not to seem intrusive with my rabid pro-vision therapy agenda. The horror! How controversial of me! (Insert eye roll here.) I don’t take it personally, and simply want to share what’s working for us with anyone who is unsatisfied with the status quo. Because if you look closely at the status quo, it kind of blows. Patching alone is proven less effective, typically with far less enduring results. It addresses the weak eye, but not binocularity, not the brain-eye connections involved with fusion. Amblyopia is a brain issue, not a simple eye problem. So I have created a more powerful, comprehensive plan for Stella than the traditional, ophthalmology-only path would provide. It’s not “either-or.” I’m not narrow-minded about it. Vision therapy has changed Stella’s life in multifaceted ways. Hence my enthusiasm.

Relatedly, I’m no longer so nauseatingly nervous about evaluations of Stella’s vision. It’s simple: I am confident that we have done our best. We’ve done everything possible. I know that Stella has benefited tremendously in measurable “data collection” sort of ways, and in less number-friendly ways that are clearly observable to the people who know and love her. Once again, I am reminded of her tube-feeding and weaning days. The medical system is letting down many tube-fed children, by not helping them wean when physically ready. Quality of life plummets as tube feeding continues. And why does it continue? Because dietitians and doctors are focused on numbers, rather than the child. They are concerned with milliliters of intake, weight and height percentiles, and not the child’s (or family’s) experience or enjoyment of life. They ignore the absence of the powerful but unmeasurable sensation of hunger, and hyper-focus on the measurable absence or perceived inadequacy of oral eating. What I love about vision therapy is its intrinsic holistic nature. How Dr. T held Stella’s hand and escorted her in, and noticed Stella’s toe-walking upon meeting her. How Bethanie notes even slight changes in Stella’s behavior or demeanor during exercises. How Stella’s vision is not evaluated in a vacuum, detached from her personhood and day-to-day reality. I feel that many areas of medicine, not just ophthalmology, could learn a great deal from this model of care.

Back to Children’s. About thirty-nine people were involved in the eye exam process, so I’m not sure I’ll recall exactly how it went down, but I’ll do my best. I’m going to go ahead and break it down because while mind-meltingly boring to many, it could be helpful to other parents and maybe a practitioner or two. I hope so.

Stella underwent a series of exams, then eye drops to dilate her eyes, then another series of exams. And woven in with the charts and cards and gazing at robotic puppies through many lenses was a series of contradictory statements and findings that I found confusing. At the same time, I did note an effort by the Children’s ophthalmology team to be respectful and thorough. All of that considered, I’m not sure we’ll be going back. I may consult with another ophthalmologist, to at least see how the experience and approach differs.

The initial examiner/assistant declared equal vision in Stella’s eyes. Yay! At 20/40. Boo? This supposedly age-appropriate acuity represented a decrease in her right eye, as it had been 20/30 in her previous ophthalmology exam. This person conducted both the first run at the standard eye chart testing, wherein Stella calls out the pictures/symbols she sees, and teller cards screening. During the latter, Stella saw the lines on all the cards presented, with both eyes! That has to mean something great, doesn’t it? Stella even pointed at the lines, instead of just looking at them. Seemed like she nailed it, but what do I know? Very little, it seems.

In the very exciting component of stereoscopy testing, as it reflects binocular vision or lack thereof, Stella showed real improvement! She not only tried to grasp the fly’s wings, as always, but she saw all three 3D characters on lines A, B, and C. Previously, she’d only indicated seeing the character pop out on line A! I felt like this was a big deal, but the moment felt anti-climactic for some reason. Maybe because there was no reaction from the woman doing the exam so there was no feedback in that moment about the improvement. I wanted a parade! At least some balloons and champagne. Step it up, Children’s!

Then the friendly orthoptist, like a breath of familiar fresh air, breezed in and gushed over Stella’s super adorableness. As I recall her doing at past appointments, she checked and re-checked Stella’s acuity–with particular interest this time, after seeing that it had supposedly changed. She decisively measured acuity of 20/30 for the right and 20/40 for the left, as in all prior ophthalmology appointments. Stella just couldn’t quite get the symbol presented for 20/30 with her left eye, but I really thought she whispered it once out of the three or so attempts. This woman was in tune with Stella’s history and status. She cheered the fact that Stella’s glasses still keep her eyes perfectly aligned at near and far. Because that is big and not to be overlooked! She put a negative lens in front of Stella’s glasses lenses, and discovered that while Stella did pretty well, her alignment did suffer a bit with the lower prescription. So I knew then that Stella’s prescription would probably not be decreasing. A bit disappointing, but not a big deal. In any case, it was reassuring to have someone be extra thoughtful and careful. As always, this orthoptist was delightful, and seemed genuinely invested and interested.

While I can’t guarantee the accuracy of my recollection of the order of events, I believe the eye drops were next. At bedtime the night before, and in the morning prior to our departure, I informed Stella about what was going to happen at the eye doctor–including the tingly eye drops. I explained roughly how and why events would unfold. Maybe that helped, because while she squirmed a bit, there was no yelling, no panic, no crying. Amazing. In short, Stella rocked the entire situation like a rock star who ROCKS. It impressed me, and everyone else, that she handled everything so calmly. Then she cruised through a 30-minute wait while half-watching Dora, impersonating a monkey while climbing chairs, and cracker snacking while making me nervous about insidious hospital germs being transferred into her mouth along with each bite.

Then the moment of truth, I thought. Nope! Another guy came in and looked in Stella’s eyes with that little handheld light, various lenses, and the contraption that looks like an old timey miner helmet combined with a futuristic mind reading device. At one point, he said, “Perfect!” What was perfect? Her posture? Her left cornea? This is how I think, people. Yet I held it in. I didn’t question him, mainly because Stella was shy and uneasy around the dude. So I was focused on her.

Okay, finally! The ophthalmologist came in, on a throne carried by an elephant, and warmly greeted us. She was accompanied by another dude. A student? A new resident? Not sure, but this was clearly a teaching situation. Stella eyed him with suspicion. The doctor casually and quickly delivered what could be considered an “intro,” saying that Stella looks to be doing quite well but needs a prescription change. Cool. I didn’t think too much of it as she proceeded to review the notes a bit and take her own measurements of Stella’s eyeballs. Not long into this consultation, another of the several small but confidence-undermining errors of the morning unfolded. She noted that Stella’s acuity was now equal at 20/40 in both eyes. I was all, “It is? Actually, I’ve heard both–that they’re equal and that they’re not.” So she looked closer at her folder and realized the mistake. This is the problem, I think, with Children’s “team medicine.” On one hand it may be reassuring to have many minds and specialists working on the issue of Stella’s vision, but as with her hospital stay at Children’s for GI and feeding issues, it seems to create confusion as information does not consistently track smoothly from one person to the next, to the next, to the next. Which makes me feel hyper-vigilant, as it’s up to me to prevent disaster. Fun!

This next bit almost seems impossible, so I’m thinking I must have actually misheard her. But here’s what I recall. On the topic of Stella’s unequal but close acuity, she said that everyone has a dominant eye, that many doctors don’t consider it actual amblyopia until there’s a two-line difference, and that Stella’s eyes seem to be working together well, but we may want to consider patching. Huh? We’ve been patching for at least nine months. I cut her off as she continued to say, “We are patching,  two hours a day.” She said something like, “Well, two to three hours of patching a day certainly won’t hurt…” I hope not, because you prescribed it, lady. I really am wondering if my hyper-vigilant self simply cut her off too soon and created this whole mess–so put a big mental asterisk there. She then said that it was up to me, but that we could take a break from patching and see where Stella’s acuity lands in four months, at her next appointment.

This when the doctor acknowledged my point of view as a parent. Nice! She said she knew that patching can be tough and that if it was agonizing, a break might be a really good thing for both of us. With a laugh, she said sometimes parents need patching breaks more than their kids, and besides, she was confident Stella would be just fine even if–worst case–her acuity went down slightly in that time, because Stella is still young and has more time for effective patching. I think I forced a laugh, but I really did like her nod to parental sanity. She also pointed out that if I thought it would be hard to get Stella patching again after the break, I could just continue our two-hour-a-day regimen and we’ll reassess next time. On the surface, these statements seemed 100% delightful. But then they sunk in and I saw their underbelly: a mentality that embraces years and years of unpleasant patching as the sole treatment for amblyopia.

When it comes to the actual examining and measuring, I get the sense that this doctor is very skilled. Efficient, calm, and precise. She asked Stella if she’d be willing to sit out in the waiting room and teach other kids how to cooperate during an exam. I was already very proud of Stella and this comment made me smile. Stella for the win!

At the very end of this saga of an appointment, I didn’t quite follow the reasoning about the prescription. I hadn’t eaten anything. My blood sugar was low while vigilance remained high. Maybe I shouldn’t feel such an impulse to completely understand all the makings of the figures in that glasses prescription grid. Maybe I shouldn’t be noting every comment everyone makes as they do the exams and comparing and slicing and dicing them. Like when the student guy took a turn looking in Stella’s eyes and the doctor told him he’d notice a “duller” something or other, and that was just a downer to hear. Maybe I should just trust that this is the right prescription and no mistakes have been made, no key bits of information overlooked. But dude! It’s not exactly smooth sailing over there! And when it came to the prescription I had a pretty sizable though fleeting misunderstanding.

After measuring, she said she was going to decrease the prescription to allow Stella’s eyes to do some of their own accommodation, which might help us reduce the prescription as she gets older. Surprised, I was all, “Wow, that’s GREAT!” Then she handed me the new prescription, and I stuttered, sadly, “B-but, this looks higher than her c-current prescription.” And I saw in her eyes recognition of my misinterpretation. She paused to look in Stella’s file to find her previous prescription and said, “Ah, yes, this does represent an increase in her prescription from last April.” Then she explained that she was reducing the prescription as measured TODAY. It makes total sense. But when you present a new prescription to a patient, or her mom, shouldn’t you talk about any change and reassure about or explain that change at least somewhat? My confidence wasn’t exactly 1,000% by then based on the other slip-ups, so I started thinking about the doctor’s and orthoptist’s statements that Stella’s eyes are perfectly aligned in her glasses. If they’re aligned, why does she need new glasses? Isn’t that the point of the glasses? Honestly, by then I’d contradicted, questioned, and corrected the doctor a few times already and didn’t want to keep pushing. It was just getting awkward so I let my anxiety start to take over a bit, and I backed off. But now I wish I’d just said it. I wish I’d expressed that lingering doubt, and resolved the issue for my own benefit. For some reason I protected the doctor from further scrutiny. Why I feel the need to shield surgeons from any cutting remarks is a mystery! (Sorry.) Mainly I protected myself from further cringing–I still judge myself to be overly worried at times, and overbearing. I don’t want to create an antagonistic mood wherein people are more likely to make mistakes or be unreceptive to my questions. But I’m Stella’s advocate! It’s up to me to ask all the questions. It’s my job to make sure she gets the best care. This shouldn’t feel like a heavy, overly complicated task, should it?

We had a vision therapy appointment at 5pm that same day. Yep. Our therapist and I thought her eyes would be back to normal by then. Nope! They were still quite dilated, and I had to wake her up from her nap in order to get there on time. Which, duh, is a recipe for sour Tantrum Soup! I expected a tough session and said so to Bethanie, Stella’s vision therapist. I was so wrong. Stella stepped up and knocked it out of the park. We enjoyed tasty Giddy Cooperation Quiche, or something. Bethanie got another heaping helping of Stella’s growing adaptability, sociability and even her hilarious fake evil laughter during the “red light game” in which Stella and Bethanie had great fun together. A delight to behold. We were on top of the world, I tell you! We were invincible! Remember when a regular session of vision therapy resulted in angry desk-clearing? When the yoked prism goggles created an instant bad mood? No more. She wore them agreeably, base-up and base-down, on a balance beam, popping bubbles, reading the letters corresponding with a little moving light, calling out the color of the arrows on a chart while bouncing on a trampoline, and on and on. She did some impromptu victory laps. She said, “I did it!” several times, with glee. How far we’ve come.

In a perfect world, the ophthalmologist’s exam would’ve shown 20/20 (or 20/30) acuity in both of Stella’s eyes. But it’s not quite so simple. The greater context includes minimized toe-walking, dramatically improved peripheral vision, and clearly enhanced stereoscopy. To me, the results of our sojourn with ophthalmology were affirming, like all of the improvements I’ve seen in Stella’s vision throughout the last nine months.

To conclude, a few things I’m looking forward to: Dr. T’s upcoming optometry evaluation and input. Much needed new glasses for Stella as purple tie-dye duct tape is now holding her specs together. A patch-free summer with my vision therapy champion of the world (toddler weight division).