About 5 hours after my last post I knew Annie had Type 1 diabetes.I had sneaking suspicions for a couple weeks, but last Monday night I decided to check her after she kept talking about how thirsty she was. The meter showed off the charts--over 600. A 'normal' reading is about 100.
The next morning we were off to the doctor who direct admitted us to the hospital for 5 long days of her being poked, prodded, and made generally uncomfortable.
She is handling it well. Amazing how resilent kids are.
She had a lot of great visitors --friends from church and school, relatives and people who are close enough to be relatives.
Although we are finally home, this was only the first step on a journey that she will be on the rest of her life.
We learned a lot in the past week. She was TERRIFIED of needles, but is already giving all of her own shots. I want to b**** slap people who think I 'gave' it to her. She is organized and ready to take this thing head on. We now both know that hospitals are good places to keep alert in, sometimes you do know more than the nurse and have to get over the thought you are not as smart to get anything done. She has a lot of people who are supporting her and want her to be as healthy as can be and have a long life...that last lesson is the one I want her to hold onto in bad times.
Right now she is sleeping peacefully back in her bed, surrounded by the pugs she missed so much, snug and warm--and for this moment, that is enough.







