When I see these types of posts I have a hard time expressing what I want to say. I have no worries or concerns with the disease for myself. It feels like nothing. But when I hear about young one just starting out and knowing the challenges and all the things that need to be figured out, it brings tears to my eyes. I wish I could do something.
So I just want to share this. I know the only thing I can possibly do is share.
I was 5. My dad was out of town for work. I had been throwing up for days and couldn’t eat or drink anything anymore. My mom took me to the hospital. They tried to send me back home because they said I just had the flu. My mom is a sweet lady who would never fight or argue, but she insisted there was something seriously wrong and fought like hell just to have me admitted into the hospital. My sister was 7, and she was at home by herself, and my mom kept going back and forth between the hospital and home, checking on me, checking on my sister. My mom is the reason I am alive. That’s what moms do. They protect their babies.
Everything your young one gets will be from you. You shape his perspective. The reason I do what I do now is because my parents never let me realize there was an impact.
Back then, there was no CGM, not even blood tests. We used giant harpoon syringes. I would leave the house in the morning and they’d tell me to be back for dinner. I knew the rules about low or high, and they trusted me with it.
I went scuba driving on a resort trip when I was 12, without my parents. They freaked out a bit, but they let me go. I also did my first solo sailing when I was 12, in a little sailboat in the San Francisco Bay. (I capsized and had to be pulled out of the water). I do not remember what my BG was on those days, but I will never forget what I did.
They kept me safe, but they never bubble wrapped me. That is the best thing they did for me. I did not miss a thing growing up.
I want to tell you, your little one will be fine. Trust me. Protect him, keep him safe, but let him “do”. Worry like a mom, but don’t let him see it. Instead, let him see in your eyes that he has nothing to worry about.