Five years ago today, I had a cute 18-month-old toddler who was peeing through his diapers, chronically thirsty, and uncharacteristically cranky. And I was in a panic as I took him to his pediatrician for testing.
Today I have a cute 6-year-old with a saucy sense of humor, an obsession with all things Lego, and an insulin pump. Panic is not absent from my life, but it sure has damped down a heck of a lot.
Five years ago, the thought of giving my son shots five times a day was my worst nightmare, throwing a longstanding phobia of needles into sharp relief.
Today, it's... phobia? What phobia? I can insert an infusion set without a second thought. I give shots to Eric when he needs 'em. Heck, I have even given shots to piglets, lambs, and dogs on occasion. Needles don't scare me anymore [thanks for that, D].
What a long, strange trip it's been, yet I have trouble believing that much time has passed. The calendar doesn't lie. Neither does the measuring stick. Eric has grown almost 2 feet in height since then.
And where would I be without TuD? When I found it, a few weeks after Eric's diagnosis, it had something in the neighborhood of 1500 members. Now, it's 20 times that many, and counting.
Thanks to everyone who has helped see me through the years, and made it so much more enjoyable... so much more NORMAL... than I ever thought possible.