The honeymoon is over
Well, I knew this day was coming, I didn’t expect it to be so soon.
Madelyn was at 325 at lunch for no apparent reason. Not a ketone to
be found, no fever, not a sniffle, same 35 gram breakfast that we
generally eat. Unless Sunday School is posing some underlying
stress to Madelyn, there was really no reason for such a high.
So I called the doctor to check in for our weekly chat, read her
back all of the numbers for the week, gave her the insulin doses,
and without warning, she laid it on me.
“I think we’ve reached the end of honeymoon.” Through tears I
gasped, “but the books say it will last up to two years.” And she
gingerly replied, “the books also say it will only last a few weeks.”
The upside is that the doctors feel it’s time to put her on the
pump. Maybe this will help stablize her some since she never really
has since being diagnosed. I’m a little cautious of this as when
she was first diagnosed they said we were at least a year from the
pump. Now almost three months into it, they feel it will help.
Did anyone else cry when the honeymoon ended? Am I overreacting to
something that I have no control over anyway? Until we’re settled
on the pump, it’s still the same number of injections, just more in
them, no big deal right? I think the whole reality of all of this
has finally caught up. My family keeps looking to me asking when
I’m going to crack, and I think today might be the day.
It’s hard facing reality, really hard.
July 3rd, 2005 at 12:17 am
Becky has been diabetic for 3 1/2 years now, but living with her dad and I since June. I’ve cried many times about/with her.
July 5th, 2005 at 2:41 am
Syd’s honeymoon was rather short as well, I would say less then 6 months.
I was all cried out by this point so I looked at the honeymoon ending as less of a chance for lows and a good thing.
HTH,
Rhonda
July 6th, 2005 at 3:00 pm
no, count the carbs, and tell mom a carb is a carb is a carb.
potato, hershey bar, sloppy joe just count the carbs…
HTH,
Rhonda
July 12th, 2005 at 12:42 am
Rob,
I am not trivializing diabetes, by any means. However, there are far worse things that our children could have.
I was diagnosed at 8, and my best friend had it, too. I actually thought it was neat. But, as the years accumulated, (and they do, with or without our approval,) I came to realize how fortunate I am to only have diabetes. If it had been a fatal form of leukemia or cystic fibrosis, I would have been gone a long long time ago. It’s all relative, isn’t it, once again, no pun intended!
Joan