Friday, December 14, 2012

the days before the diagnosis- part 2

600? How is that possible? Can that be accurate? Our friend tested his own blood sugar, as did my husband. The meter was accurate.

Our friend immediately called her husband, who started trying to get in contact with their doctor- a Pediatric Endocrinologist. It was Saturday, but their doctor was the kind who gives his patients his home phone number, personal cell number, etc. They were confident we would hear back from him. In the meantime, she advised us to cut out all carbs.

Lesson 1- It's not just about sugar, it's about carbs.
In the 12 hours prior, Sam had eaten 2 chocolate-chocolate chip cookies, a cup of hot chocolate, an orange scone, peanut butter toast, crackers and goldfish.

My in-laws were going to be at our house at any moment. Date night didn't seem quite appropriate, but we had a lot to figure out and the extra set of hands would be helpful as we processed. As soon as they walked in the door, my husband dropped the bomb on them. "We just found out that Sam probably has diabetes."

Sam was lying sleepily on the couch, but after eating some cheese and drinking two glasses of milk, he was up and excited to see his grandparents. We got them Chick-fil-A for dinner (grilled nuggets for Sam, which he refused to eat, crying because he wanted "normal" nuggets like his siblings) and then headed out to dinner ourselves. Time alone to digest what we had just learned in the past two hours seemed like a good idea at the time. But by the time our pasta arrived, neither of us had any desire to eat or to be away from home any longer. We immediately got to-go boxes and headed home.

Sam was fine while we were gone. He ate almonds and greek yogurt for dinner, he played Wii and he wrestled with his grandpa.  Life seemed normal enough. That night, he didn't wet the bed. He never even woke up once. I had the words "diabetic coma" running through my head, but in reality it was probably sheer exhaustion and the lack of carbs in his body that allowed him to rest without excessive urination.

The next day was Sunday, the day the stomach bug hit our house.

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