I am sure this post has been on here before, but wanted to share mine. My son and I had a nasty flu around Thanksgiving 2008 that we were both getting over for a few weeks. It seemed that we were both clear and then Colby spiked a fever on December 16, 2008 so I knew he probably had an ear infection (happened that way a few times before) so I knew I had to make an appointment. Also, he had been peeing completely out of his night-time pull-up during the night, was extra thirsty, and hungry, but I totally thought it was just a growth spurt and that I just had some extra laundry to do that week. Didn't make the appointment that day or the next because was preparing for our holiday party at work, but when my daycare lady called Thursday morning and said it looked like Colby had thrush, I called and got an appointment for that day.
When I picked him up to go to the doctor appointment that day, the first thing I noticed was his eyes and how they were almost "bugging" out and he wanted to go home with me immediately. He was very thirsty and whined for a drink all the way to the office. He wasn't going to be seen by his regular physician but I didn't care at that point. He got his drink and with the nurse while waiting for the doctor, Colby proceeded to throw up all over me and himself. The doctor checked him out and said that he had an ear infection and wanted to do a blood sugar test. When he came back in with the results he said he had some bad news. Colby's sugar was 486 and he needed to go to the emergency room at children's hospital, he might be diabetic. He stressed to not go to urgent care, but to the er.
The doctor's office did not even had ready directions to the hospital and I was starting to lose it while writing them down. The finally asked if I wanted her to write them and then someone else came in with print directions. Thank goodness because at that point I could not remember for the life of me how to get there. So we drove safely, crying, on the phone to my sister to say I probably wouldn't be in to work the next day, Colby crying for a drink then falling asleep. About an hour drive and we were there...I drove right in front of ER jumped out and asked about parking. Thankfully they had valet.
Did not have to wait too long in the ER waiting room. Colby screaming and carrying on about being thirty the whole time. People staring. Got triaged, then admitted. They started fluids first, insulin and sugars next. He had an IV on each arm and slept most of the time. Everybody was very nice. Any time Colby woke up all I heard was..."I thirsty mommy." He was being treated as a diabetic though and that threw me.
Moved to a room, told would be in for 3-4 days. My goodness! Thankful my sister came that night to give me some time alone outside. The next day was the 99.999999999 percent chance that it was type 1 diabetes and that he had been suffering from diabetic ketoacidosis. I liked that the doctor said that nothing anyone did or didn't do made Colby this way. I liked that they were going to teach us everything they could. I did not look forward to testing and injections.
What a crazy ride it has been and only a couple weeks later things seem better and easier. Doesn't seem like it is even real sometimes. Anyways, was wondering if anyone experienced the same...