My son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at 10 1/2 months old. In the hour preceding his diagnosis, we were on a gurney in the emergency room, and he was lying unresponsive in my lap with all sorts of lines hooked up to him. At that moment I thought, “My baby could die today.” But he didn’t, and we were transferred to Stanford’s children’s hospital where he spent a few days in the ICU and then a few more days in the you-probably-won’t-die-today part of the hospital where we were given a crash course in caring for a diabetic by a series of diabetic educators and dietitians, and then we were sent home. I kind of didn’t want to leave.
The next month was a whirlwind- seriously, almost impossible. But it got better. IT DOES GET BETTER! And after almost a year of learning- by trial and error, by reading, and by listening to the experiences of other parents, it’s not such a big deal. Maybe the part about him almost dying in the beginning makes me grateful he JUST has diabetes. Or maybe it’s that he is so wild and hilarious and too, too smart….
Like any other kid he needs to be taught some healthy habits. He will just have more steps.