April 27, 2009
Where do I begin to tell you about this day?
Many people have asked us what the warning signs were, what were the symptoms, does diabetes run in the family...
No, diabetes does not run in our families. However, Type 1 Diabetes is an auto-immune disorder. Both of my parents have auto-immune diseases of some kind. Maybe that was a factor, maybe not.
We went to the zoo on April 25th. As part of a special day, we stopped for breakfast on the way. Sweetpea had orange juice and donuts. It makes me ill now to think of what that food did to her body. It was a horrible experience. She was afraid of the train, threw a fit at lunch, refused to walk and had to be carried through the entire zoo. She threw up that night. She didn't have a fever, though. I thought it might have been because it was so hot that day.
She seemed better the next day. We went to the park. She wasn't interested in playing. She refused to play and wanted carried back to the car.
Mom and Dad came home from Florida the day before and they came over to watch her so we could go to Bible Study. I remember sitting on the back deck of our friend's house enjoying the evening. It was peaceful and relaxing. Until...They called us and said we needed come home right away. She was very uncomfortable and something was not right.
When we got home, she was laying by her bed moaning. She had been really thirsty and they had given her orange juice. She had drank two glasses. She threw up again but seemed to feel better after.
I knew. I knew then. We kept looking up diabetes symptoms on the computer. Some she didn't have. I never noticed fruity breath. But that night we checked to see if throwing up and irritability were symptoms. They were.
Our air conditioner had quit working that day and it was HOT. I was uncomfortable. She did not have a fever, but I was worried that the heat might make her uncomfortable during the night. So, at midnight I drove Sweetpea to Mom and Dad's so we could sleep in comfort. The next day, I took her to the doctor. The throwing up gave us just the excuse we needed to take her in. Jason met us there.
This is where it gets tough.
The first thing we did was check her weight. When I saw it, my stomach lurched. She had lost 3 pounds (down to 25) since her 3 year well check a month earlier.
The doctor thought it was due to throwing up. I asked about diabetes and he said he didn't really think that was what it was. I mentioned that she had had blood work done in February and wouldn't it have show up then? He said she would be REALLY sick if she had had it that long. He seemed to think she looked "too good" to have diabetes. But, he said it was an easy test that they could do in the office so they'd check and see.
The nurse pricked her toe. She cried. A lot.
The nurse came back in to say that they thought there was something wrong with the machine and they wanted to try again. So she did another toe prick. Sweetpea cried again. A lot.
And I knew. I just knew.
( I met this nurse again, almost a year later, at a visit for an ear infection. I did not remember her. That day was such a blur... But she rememberd us. She knew exactly what room we were in. She told me that she rememberd looking at the meter that just read HI and thinking that it just couldn't be right. She told me that she cried, too, that day. I'm so glad we got the opportunity to talk again.)
The doctor came back in the room and told us she has diabetes.
Of course, we cried. Millions of tears.