Three years ago today, I took Eric to his pediatrician and told him I thought Eric had diabetes.
I was right. And for a long time afterward, I grieved that my instinct was correct.
But today, I'm going to celebrate all the ways I was wrong that day.
I thought I would never be able to get past my needle-phobia to be able to dose my son with insulin. (I was wrong.)
I thought I would never again have the happy-go-lucky child I'd adored before diabetes…