It was a Monday just like any other Monday. I picked Abbie and Jamee up from school and they told me how good their day had went. They started their homework at the table, while I started dinner. Abbie asked for some Tylenol because her stomach hurt and I asked her if she needed some Tums instead. She said no because this felt like someone had kicked her, not like she was going to be sick. I checked her for a fever, none, and gave her a small amount of Tylenol. I went back to cooking dinner and she went back to finishing homework.
About an hour later, Andy walked through the door from work. Jamee jumped up and told him all about her day at school. By this point, Abbie had went and laid in her bed and was playing a video game. Andy asked her if she was okay and she said her stomach just really hurt. I called everyone for dinner but she wanted nothing. She said she still didn’t feel sick but her belly hurt so bad she just didn’t want to eat. After Andy and Jamee sat down I brought Abbie into the living room and asked her exactly where her belly hurt. She pointed to her lower right side. I immediately thought of her appendix and laid my fingers right there. She almost jumped out of her skin when I touched her. I told Andy I was probably over reacting, however, I wanted to take her to the Emergency Room that was around the corner just in case.
We walked into the waiting room and it was standing room only! The nurse told me that it was about a 6 to 7 hour wait and they were full of the Flu Virus inside. Abbie has chronic asthma and had just gotten off a steroid, so the last thing I wanted was for her to be in a waiting room for hours with the Flu. Since I work for the local emergency dispatch center, I called one of my nurse friends at another local hospital about 25 minutes away and asked their waiting room status, she told me it was about an hour and no Flu as of yet. I was suppose to work the next day, so Andy said he would her and call me if it was anything really big.
Fast forward a couple of hours…. Jamee was sound asleep and I was watching TV in my pj’s when the home phone rang. The first words out of Andy’s mouth were, “Don’t freak out.” I just knew it was her appendix and she was going to have surgery. He then went on to tell me that they too had thought it was her appendix but they ran the blood work and her blood sugar had come back at 480. It was then he said she was being transferred to CHKD as emergency status and that she was possibly Type 1 Diabetic. I hung up the phone and my head was spinning. I immediately called my Mom and explained what I knew so far; I packed Jamee a bag and woke her up. We then trekked the 45 minutes to my Mom’s house and I trekked another 30 minutes to CHKD to find out more information before I lost my mind.
When I got to CHKD, the nurses could not tell us anything further except what we already knew from Obici. They had her hooked up to an IV (which Abbie told us all about, because at this point, she was still petrified of needles) with fluids in an attempt to bring down her blood sugar. They said they would recheck her in the morning and the Endocrinologist would be in then. I remember staying awake all night trying to think of what I knew about Type 1 Diabetes…nothing.. I knew nothing.
The next morning the nurse came into recheck Abbie’s blood sugar. This was an event all in itself. Have you ever used a hospital lancet? No, well it’s awful! It is like forcefully and purposefully giving yourself a paper cut! It took myself, Andy, and two nurses to hold her down to get it done… and her blood sugar was still 410. Dr. R came in shortly after that and told us that he would be drawing blood work later that day but that he was confident she was Type 1 Diabetic. The blood work would confirm with antibodies tests, however, we would treat her as a T1D until the results came back in order to get her blood sugar back in normal range.
At that moment I knew our life would never be the same.. and it hasn’t. It’s been harder, better, sweeter, and sometimes sour; it’s taught us how to be together as a family, depend on each other, learn from one another, have patience and love one another like tomorrow isn’t promised… because it’s not!
This blog is my way to allow everyone into our life…the good, the bad, and the ugly. I know a lot of families put on that happy face and everyone thinks they are perfect…. yep, we all do it…. well this blog will show you, we do it to, but we all have our days that none of it works! Feel free to share, to comment, to add! All I ask is if my lifestyle is not the same as yours or does not work for you please keep moving or be respectful with your comments as I would be with you! I believe to each their own and if it works for you that’s fantastic but it may not work for me!