If you heard a rumor that we started our week with a child in the hospital, it was true. Saturday afternoon, Cammie came to me begging for a blood check. I finally gave in, just to humor her, and was shocked at the result. We did a few more, I pretended to be in denial for the rest of the evening. Did another one after she was in bed, and felt my world start to drop out from under me. Decided I could wait until the morning to really start to deal with the implications, and tried to go to bed. Sunday morning, reality set in, and we made a trip to the hospital where it was confirmed that she had developed Type 1 Diabetes.
She spent several hours in the ER, while we waited for confirmation of the blood work, and then a long time for a bed on the Pediatrics ward to be available. By the time she was moved up, she was starving and feeling very sick. Once she got food, she cheered up quite a bit.
She spent several hours in the ER, while we waited for confirmation of the blood work, and then a long time for a bed on the Pediatrics ward to be available. By the time she was moved up, she was starving and feeling very sick. Once she got food, she cheered up quite a bit.
She now gets to spend the rest of her life doing at least 5 blood checks a day, and shots everytime she eats. So far, she is being great about it all.
Having this be a second child diagnosed, really was not any easier than the first. In many ways it is harder, because this time around we are no longer ignorant to what it really means and how it will affect our lives. Sure, there wasn't the need to learn how to do everything (hence the only 1 night in the hospital, instead of several), but emotionally, it may actually be worse.
No comments:
Post a Comment