This blog is a ramble. Three or four ideas in one because Im tired.
(Im always tired.)
Sometimes caring for Reubens diabetes is like having another child to take care of.
Its needy and demanding and stomps and rants. Its constancy is exhausting.
Even though its a part of him, when I think of my son, diabetes is like somehow a seperate thing. A compartment I can tend to and then keep on treating him like a normal child. As normal as can be, considering. With his multiple daily injections I will be honest and say its morphed into a highly routinised life - despite what they told us at diagnosis. Hes finally eating a full sandwich, or full serving of breakfast cereal. Amounts I can quantify and carb count more accurately. Full units of insulin that fit with those meals.
YAY for that.
2 years coming. Props Reubs :)
Right in time for his 3rd Birthday!
I think back to the difficulty of all those 'guessed' quarter units with a syringe and wonder how we did it. Shovelling food back into a cup to re measure and finally guess what he ate. Then a guess at how much insulin to give to match the guessed food intake (argh!). This picture below reminds me of the full first year. I felt ragged. Like I wasnt going to make it through.
|We did make it through. D-Parents do it tough. Anyone that says differently hasnt walked a mile in our shoes.|
So far, we're a good team.
Love to you all xx