As a parent, you try and control certain things your child does, take off their shoes before they go inside, finish their homework, brush their teeth. But then something comes along, out of the blue, that makes you realize you have no control at all.....This happened to me at the end of March 2017, when my then eight-year-old daughter, Ashleigh, was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
It was a day like any other, not to cold not to warm. It was late March, I got a call from Ashleigh's school saying that she had gotten sick and I should come get her. I took her to the doctor and they originally thought it was a stomach bug as it had been going around her school at that time. They told me to just give her fluids and watch her over the weekend. Flash forward to Monday, she made it through the weekend with no more signs of being sick, so back to school she went. At 9am I got a phone call from the school telling me that she threw up on the school bus and that I need to come get her. I promptly made an appointment with her doctor and headed towards the doctor's office.
It was at this point that one of Ashleigh's teachers sent me a text saying "Just so you know Ashleigh has been asking for a lot of water lately...it could be anything but please inform the doctor." We get to the doctors and I am still thinking she has a stomach bug or she ate something that didn't agree with her. When I tell the doctor what the teacher had told me, you could tell the mood changed in the exam room. They ran a couple tests and left us waiting for results. They came back into the room and told us Ashleigh'S A1C was at 12 and that we should head to Children's Hospital Oakland right away as the doctors office had called ahead and are expecting us.
I went through a wave of emotions, fear, sadness and anger all while holding it all together for my child so she wouldn't get scared. Parts of me wonder why I didn't notice the signs earlier. She had been drinking a lot, using the bathroom, sometimes wetting the bed and constantly tired, I just brushed it off as nothing. Boy was I wrong.
Upon arrival at the hospital, they checked us in and got us settled in the triage room to examine and assess again. After what felt like HOURS we finally got up to the room we would be staying in for the next few days. We were greeted by some of the nicest nurses EVER! the staff and nurses at Children's Hospital were amazing, they made us feel at ease and showed Ashleigh the classroom and the library. They helped Ashleigh and I understand what this new diagnosis meant. The support they gave to us was more than I ever expected.
We were at the hospital for four days, during those days we were taught how Type 1 effects the human body, what to do in case of unforeseen emergencies and how to effectively deal with those situations. It was a lot of information and sometimes difficult to take it all in but they always assured us we were doing great.
The amount of support we got from the staff after leaving was great as well and made it easier to transition from the hospital to home. I watched my child's innocence walk out of that hospital room door, knowing that we were going to have a new "normal". Fighting with a child to give insulin injections is very hard, because at eight years old you don't really know what death is. As a parent explaining to a child if they don't take this insulin they could die and no longer be with me is devastating. In the beginning I found myself being a "helicopter parent" making sure she was still breathing when she slept, watching her every move wondering if her glucose levels were normal.
Just when I think I have a grasp on her glucose levels, something as simple as a common cold can change her levels fast, that means lots of finger pricking and checking urine for ketones.
Most recently Ashleigh wasn't feeling well and starting vomiting and had a fever, so I took her to the hospital. After a few hours it was determined that she had the flu, they prescribed an anti nausea medicine and sent us on our way. Just as she seemed to be getting better, I got a call from her school saying she wasn't feeling well and asked if I could come get her. I called my mom(because I was at work and she was available) and she went to pick her up. My mother is very familiar with how to do finger pricks and count carbs so letting my child go with her was somewhat easy(Type 2 is different from type 1). My mother called me around 3 and told me that Ashleigh wasn't feeling good and she had no fever but her glucose was through the roof.
I had my mom make sure that Ashleigh's hands were washed very well and check her again, same number. I had her wait 1 hr and check her a third time, I told my mom if she is still reading 600 to take her to the ER immediately and I would meet her there. Well they went to the ER and I met them there, after HOURS of sitting in the ER they moved us upstairs because they said she was in mild DKA(for those who don't know DKA is Diabetic ketoacidosis, a life-threatening condition that develops when cells in the body are unable to get the sugar (glucose) they need for energy because there is not enough insulin.).
There is no manual in the world that will prepare for this illness.
When she was first diagnosed a year ago, I found myself crying before she woke up or after she went to bed. My social life has changed since her diagnosis, I cant just call a babysitter or drop her off with a friend so I can go out with friends. Ashleigh's Diagnosis also meant she couldn't really do sleep overs unless I was 100% confident that the parent was trained well enough on my child's pump. Ashleigh has shown me what true strength really is. Although she has a chronic illness she is still worried about everyone else and there well being, she is the most thoughtful girl I know. Through this diagnosis a year ago I remind myself that my child is more than a chronic Illness, she is thoughtful, energetic, determined, smart, independent, fearless, a dancer, down to earth child. Most importantly, she is my everything.
Living with constant finger pricks, extra supplies, in case her pump fails and making sure you have enough supplies isn't always easy but I take it in stride and so does she.