A little over a week ago my 5 yo daughter was diagnosed with type 1. Needless to say, I was completely floored. It seemed overnight our world was completely turned upside down. I don’t know of a worse feeling than having to physically restrain a terrified daughter multiple times a day to get her insulin shots. I’m the one person who she should be able to count on for protection and comfort. I know I have to do it for her sake, but it absolute kills me every time. I have to excuse myself for 5-10 min afterward because I don’t want her to see me breakdown in front of her.
Fast forward a week, and my 3 yo son started to display similar symptoms: frequent uriniation, extreme thirst, etc. I was hoping we were being neurotic having just gone through this but we decided to test his blood sugar and ketones.?Sure enough, they were both off the charts. So here we are back in the children’s hospital just a week later. It’s a nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from. I feel completely deflated, defeated, angry, and a million other emotions right now.
I’m not really sure what I’m looking for on this forum, but I just needed to let some things out and I figured it’s best to do so with people who understand what it’s like to go through this.
During a time when we should be worrying about spelling tests, putting up the xmas tree, and writing letters to Santa, our days are filled with carb counting, needles, and tears (my kids and myself).
Sorry for the long ramble, but thanks in advance for listening