My oldest is Diabetic.
She is only six almost seven years old. She was diagnosed about seven months ago.
Her behavior changed, she didn’t like anything anymore and she eventually quit eating and started having accidents after being fully potty trained since age one.
We brushed it off because we had just moved to a new town, she started at a new school and she was just going through a lot at the time.
She wouldn’t eat and we started her on children’s meal shakes and took her to the doctor. He told us that she was fine, maybe she had a virus or she was just faking sick to stay home. He did no blood work and did not really examine her much.
We went home and sent her to school the next day.
The first day back at school we get the call from the nurse about an hour after she had arrived, our daughter fell at school, she couldn’t walk and was shaking violently. We picked her up and she was dehydrated because we couldn’t get her to drink anything. I immediately chose to take her to the pediatric hospital instead of going back to the doctor who did nothing before.
We get to the pediatric hospital, the doctor and nursing staff all surround her. We were freaking out but trying to remain stong and calm. They started an iv and the doctor examined her.
The doctor left and came back in less than a minute. She pulled us aside and began to explain to us that she believes that our daughter is diabetic and that they are going to do some blood work.
Our daughter moaned and cried, she screamed for them to take the ivs out. I layed in her bed and held her until she fell asleep.
The doctor returned and told us that our daughter is in fact diabetic. That we would have a busy next few months and that our daughter would be staying awhile in the hospital. We got moved up to a room after they had administered insulin and got her sugar under 1000.
Over the course of the next few days we met with an endocrinologist, a dietician, and multiple pediatric doctors. We had to be educated and fast with everything going on.
We learned that we would be administering insulin and glycogen, that we would have to count carbs for every meal and that we would have to check her sugars before meals and often, we learned what keytones are and how to check for them and what to do if our daughter has them.
Our lives forever changed.
We learned how to eat better. I got over my needle fear fast because I was constantly giving shots. We started to get our whole household on a low carb diet. We got to leave the hospital and go home after they felt that we learned everything that we would need to know.
Now our daughter checks her own blood sugars, likes to administer the shots, and even counts carbs.
Our daughter had to mature fast and it shows. She acts like a little adult now. She is a survivor.
We still have obstacles, but we are stronger and confident that we can get through them.