As I sit here at the hospital at roughly 3:00am with what sounds like a helicopter landing outside the window and a horrible case of indigestion from my watermelon, I wonder, how do you explain to an eight year old that she will forever be counting carbs, checking her sugar levels, and administering insulin. I know I could never have understood what was going on in my 2nd grade mind..
The only thing I can think to do is to act like it's a regular thing, similar to cleaning your earrings after you get them pierced.. It's just part of the routine. In hopes that one day she will forget the worry free times and just think of carb counting and insulin as normal.
It sounds sort of like trickery but I'm sure a month or two down the road we'll be coping just fine. In my mommy mind my little lady has just lost one more carefree part of her childhood, which makes me more determined to not make a big to do out of it. I want her to know she can do anything she wants just like all the other kids.
Today is my brothers birthday, the anniversary of Mt.St.Helens, and now the day that my little lady got diagnosed with type one diabetes. This day marks so many occasions. It is also the day that my grandma got to leave the hospital after breaking her upper femur.. What an amazing, long, and remarkable day.
Here's me brave little lady doing awesome in the er. She only squeezed out one tear while they were putting in the iv. And one photo of her riding in the ambulance (the same one my grandma rode in!) What a long and event filled day.