I've been watching Logan really closely these past two or three weeks and noticed that he's been going to the bathroom every 20-30 minutes. It got me concerned. I remembered my mother telling me that having to urinate frequently was a sign of Diabetes. So I went online to get the other symptoms. He was drinking water like crazy and hungry all the time. The night before Thanksgiving he wet the bed. He NEVER wets the bed. It was also on the list of symptoms. We called my sister-in-law, Magen--who is diabetic, and asked her to bring over her blood meter. When we tested him it read HI (which means any number over 500). A normal person should be around 80-140. We knew then something was wrong. Friday I took him into the dr. to confirm it. Sure enough he has Type 1 diabetes. Luckily the dr says we caught it one week before he would have been so sick he would have needed to be hospitalized. I thank my Heavenly Father for that--for letting me see the signs and feeling the urgency of his condition.
So now we are on a very hard journey. We have to check his blood by pricking his finger 5-10 times a day and give him insulin shots 4-7 times a day. It's a lot of poking and it truly breaks my heart each time we have to do it. Logan's been so good natured about it all. He's never cried or fought us. The hard part is that he gets confused and asks, "Why do you have to do that?" "Is my sickness gone yet?" even though we've explained it to him over and over. He is such a brave little boy. Every nurse that even meets him is amazed at how sweet he is. The two times that they had to draw blood from him (4 viles of blood) he watched them do it, didn't cry or fight at all. He got a teddy bear and a huge handful of stickers. They said they've never seen a child be so calm. He truly is my sweetheart.
We are now looking at different pumps instead of giving him shots all day. Hopefully we can find one we like and get it soon so we aren't poking him all the time.
I'm still struggling everyday with the emotions of finding out your child is sick. I heard someone say it's the "grieving of your child's perfect health." It's true. He's going to be just fine. He will live to be as old as anyone else. He's just going to have a lot more to do to stay healthy. You just never think it will happen to your child.
These pictures were taken a week before we found out. My sweet, brave little boy!
