That does make a lot of sense, and it's very smart.
I do want to say this - even though I did already respond to this message. This past year or so has been a rollar coaster in itself, if you want to call it that. Last august I broke my back. I went through doctors, bed rest & homebound, physical therapy, body brace, more PT, epidurals, and pain blocks. They wanted surgery in the very beggining. I'm 16 and was 15 at the time. The surgery was dangerous, and it had a lot of effects. Being a diabetic makes it a lot harder as well. Well, we beleive it has healed as of this past July. We don't know if it is or not, but I think it is. I still have pain, but it's not nearly as bad as it was. A few days before school started, I was taken to the doctor for rectal bleeding. We got a referal for a specialist. that day was Friday. On sunday, I started having excruciating pain in my low abdomen. We called the doctor, and he sent us to the ER. We were there all night, and after many tests discovered a large ovarian cyst. So then I missed a ton of school with that pain. 2 weeks ago, I drove to youth group at my church. I was late because I was planning on going for the second half. When I got there, when I was siting in my car gathering my stuff, All of a sudden I felt very weird but very bad. It just came on without easing into it. I wasn't sure what it was but it was getting worse, so I assumed it was my blood sugar dropping or rising. I texted a girlt hat was in my small group and asked her to send an adult out. My small group leader ran out, and at that time I was able to talk, but I was blurring speech. She ran back in to get some cookies. She brought the cookies out, and went back in to get some juice - at the same time she called my mom (they are friends) to ask what she should do. In the meantime, I guess I decided to walk into the church. Except the minute I stepped out of the car I passed out. It ended in ambulences. After some "investigation", I had inenvertedly given myself insuling (through my pump) for dinner twice. I know have a brain injury from when I fell & am hombound - from school and everything. In the meantime, my dad is on the verge of losing his job - meaning when he does, we lose health care. That could be ultimatly fatal for me. I have been dealing with depression, OCD and bipolar disorder for about a year and a half. As you probably all know, depression runs hand in hand with diabetes. It has been SO hard,, but I know in my heart that I am incredibly lucky that I hadn't left my house that night 2 minutes later, or got stuck in traffic for two more minutes - because I would have passed out behind the wheel. I know that it could be so much worse than it is.
My youth pastor said that he wishes he could make all the pain go away. The emotional scars that are with me right now are so much worse then the physical. They are so much worse then the marks on my fingers and hips from pricks & sites. He says he wishes he could send me an eraser and erase all the pain and tears. But he can't, and we have to move forward with it all. If I continue to not take care of my diabetes, it will be worse. The depression & my health will get worse, not better. I know what I have to do to get through this all & that's what I need to do. In the end I will learn more about myself than I would have before. I beleive everything happens for a reason & that whether we know it or not we learn a new lesson every day. So, even though you wwant to do everything you can to prevent pain and hurt and injury from ever entering your childs life, you can't. You have to take what God has given you and see all the good things in it, then take that and move forward. I've learned that we need eachother.
Also, coming from a kid with diabetes, I know what I always want from my parents. I dont' have a close relationship with my parents, and we don't have a good support system. Make sure you give your child a hug everyday. Tell them that you love them more than enough times. Even if they get embarrased or frustrated, it's really what they need. Also - for your diabetic child, my mom always gets mad or frustrated with me when I have a bad blood sugar day. It's normal. Type 1 diabetes is something that will never be perfect. With all the stress it's no wonder its been all over the place. But nothing makes me feel worse about myself and diabetes than when I feel like my parents aren't on my side.
I hope all is well :) Hope is real!!!!