Sometimes I forget what it must be like to have a child that doesn't have diabetes. Things happen in our life that would make other people stop and say, "huh?", but I don't even blink an eye.
In my world...
It's normal for my daughter to go around testing her dog's "blad shure". And her baby doll's. And the mini pumpkin she got at Hallowe'en. And anyone else who is willing.
My 2 1/2 year old knows how to do all the prep for her insulin shot, including; getting the syringe, cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, taking the stopper off the syringe, rolling the insulin, and putting alcohol onto the cotton ball and cleaning the tops of the insulin vials. She does all this by herself. The only thing I do is put air into the vial, and pull the insulin out.
When we forget to give Elise her shot, she will remind us. Before bed the other night, we told her it was time to go upstairs and brush her teeth; the first step in the many steps to bedtime. Her response? "But you didn't give me my shot yet!" Indeed, we hadn't.
I find test strips inside my socks, in Elise's hair after a nap, or inside my bra.
Before eating anything, Elise will ask me, "do we need to test my blad shure?" It breaks my heart every time.
It is normal for any of Elise's stuffed toys or baby dolls to have diabetes. In fact, one of her dolls has "six diabetes", according to Elise.
My daughter will ask for a shot, just so she can have an M&M (our current bribe, er award, for "good shot behavior").
This is what passes for normal in our life. Do you have any "strange normals"?
18 hours ago