I sat in the ER of Riley’s Children’s Hospital, watching my seven-year old receive her first insulin shot and feeling completely overwhelmed. After the nurse left, my husband went to get our son situated with Grandma and I had a few moments alone with my daughter.
“How are you doing, sweetie?” I asked.
“Fine,” she smiled. “It didn’t hurt at all!”
I tried to smile back. “Good. Because, R, this is what we’re going to have to do from now on. When we go home and back to school, we are going to have to take those little shots and poke your finger like before – we’re going to have to do all that from now on.”
The smile disappeared. Tears welled in her eyes. “I have to get the shots at home?”
Her voice shook. “For how long?”
My own tears finally broke through. “For always, sweetheart.”
The pragmatic part of me knows that the world is full of children and families dealing with Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes – that my daughter will be able to live a long and healthy life. But the mom in me is screaming It is a big deal! It’s diabetes! There is no cure and my precious, perfect little girl is going to have to take shots multiple times a day, everyday for the rest of her life!
It’s been three days now since her diagnosis and some of the overwhelming-ness is starting to subside. It helps that she is handling this with the aplomb of an adult. She even told me at bedtime last night, “I’m proud of you mom – you do a really good job with my shots.” (Again the tears threatened to stream).
So this is our life now. Adjustments, control, always being on top of her levels. They say God only gives you what He knows you can handle – I’ll take it as a compliment that he believes we can handle this one:)