On Friday, June 11 at 3:20pm, our pediatrician diagnosed our 11-year-old son with Type 1 Diabetes. We knew something was amiss when David awoke several times a night to go to the bathroom, drank water practically by the bucket and was an emotional wreck (depressed, angry, bored, tired, combative) all within an hour’s time span.
His blood sugar count was “High” and he had ketones in his urine. The Dr. sent us to the ER. We spent 3 days in the Pediatric unit. David is doing just fine, so please don’t worry.
He doesn’t look sick and he doesn’t act sick. We caught it early and with proper diet and insulin (4x a day) he will be just fine. We each have had our “breakdowns” and every day is a little bit better.
Family poured in to help: watching our youngest son, feeding our pets, bringing goodies to cheer David in the hospital, driving me home so my husband could stay (I had become violently ill on Day Two and the nurse sent me home to rest and get well. Seriously. Everything at once.)
It’s funny how you don’t know how loved you are until something unfortunate happens. And that is what this diagnosis is. Unfortunate. It’s not life-threatening, it’s really just going to be a pain in the ass. Measuring foods, counting carbs, double checking insulin calculations, reading everything we can, planning mealtimes and our daily routines/schedules in general, including travel and impromptu fishing/hiking excursions.
Because I believe that life is “90% the way I react to it,” here is a list of blessings in disguise.
The good things:
We will all be eating healthier in our household
We have several months to adjust to this disease before school starts again
We have a specialist (Pediatric endocrinologist) assigned to David
My work is very understanding and supportive about the time I need to take off
Our families live nearby and have stepped in to help in so many ways
Has forced us to slow down and cherish our real priorities
Puts everything into perspective
So, just wanted to share what was going on with me and my family over the last several weeks. Thank you for your concern, prayers and cyber–chocolate! I knew my readers needed to hear this and be warned: a complete MELTDOWN may still be coming. Right now, I’m just learning how to take care of my child all over again.