Tonawanda News —
So was I. Not about giving the injections or keeping track of her intake. But the thought that she wouldn't have a completely "normal" childhood saddened me. She'd have to forever carry around insulin and worry about every morsel of food she's offered.
It broke my heart to think she would have to take all these special steps. I know full well that, as far as pediatric health, a few shots and some math are way better than some families have it. I would not change anything at all about her, not only because she's my special baby but also because a lot of parents and their deals have real ordeals to contend with.
But still, this was new. And scary. But I had to stay strong for her. So I did.
She left the hospital after a one-night stay, then there a few days where I was at work and didn't see her much. But, since I come home so late to begin with, my job has become to stay up just a little bit longer than normal for a middle of the night blood sugar reading.
I am quite tired, well, always. But tacking another hour onto the end of my day takes a lot out of me. So arming me with a needle may not be the best idea hour after four straight days of four hours sleep.
I accidentally woke her up during the procedure. To my pleasure, she was quick to correct me. She grabbed the little pen that gives the pin prick, grasping it with the mastery a kindergartner has over her 1-year-old brother's shape and color toys. I'm pretty sure she twirled it a couple times, looking like Neil Pert spinning drumsticks around his fingers.