Brandan was a baby when he was diagnosed. He just accepted the changes in his life and stayed the good, happy baby he always was because that's what babies do. He barely even reacted to his injections. But the older he gets.............
Yesterday he put his hands out in front of him and BEGGED me not to do it. "Please stop. Please don't hurt me. I don't need insulin!" It sounded like a child pleaing with an abuser. All I could do was tell him that I don't hurt him on purpose and I just don't want him to get sick. It didn't make me feel any better and I doubt he felt better either.
Lastnight he and his brother were playing with my hair, then we were playing with his brother's hair. Brandan reached for his own hair and smiled and said "Oh, boo" because for a second he forgot that he doesn't have hair. I couldn't smile, even though he was still enjoying himself.
This morning after he finished his milk he asked for some candy. I reminded him that I gave him his insulin already and asked him if it's OK to give him some more. STUPID! Now he's gonna think that I'm threatening him with insulin! I don't know what I was thinking.