I don’t talk a lot about my son being T1 diabetic. It’s just kind of a part of us now. But every now then I read or see something like this & I’m reminded of the reality we live in. The scary reality but with fear can come courage & that’s where we choose to live. We choose to live in the courage part NOT in the fear, worry or negative part.
So for all my parents of T1s out there – I share this for you!
Our kids are strong & so are we!!
If you or someone you know has diabetes (Type 1, Type 2) I want you to know that I am here to help. It’s a tough disease especially without support. Please contact me if I can help at all!
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Nobody saw you..
At 3 am, headlamp on, sneaking into his room
Every. Single. Night.
Praying he doesn’t wake as you bleed his finger for the 10th time today
68. Shoot!
Too low for 3 a.m.
Get the juice box
Nobody saw you
Holding your screaming child down to give them their 5th shot of the day, or change their pump site for the 3rd time this week
“He needs this to survive,” you repeat to yourself
“Will He be able to handle this life?”
“Will I?”
Nobody saw you cry
Because you always had to be so strong
You can’t let him see your broken heart
You must keep going
He has to be so brave, you must set the example
Soldier on
Nobody saw you desperately shoving sugar in your shaking and confused child
“One more sip, baby”
“One more gummy bear for mommy, please”
Staring a hole through the Dexcom
Waiting for the arrows to stop going down
Waiting for the alarm to shut up
Nobody saw you
Trying to count how many carbs he ate
Tiny teeth marks on an apple – is that 5 carbs worth or 8?
Did he eat three french fries, or was it six?
Not enough insulin, he goes high and there’s long-term damage to his little organs
Too much insulin and we’re looking at an immediate and dangerous issue
Nobody saw you on the phone
With your insurance company
With your diabetes supply company
With Dexcom support
With pump customer support
Your endocronoligist
Your nurse
10 phone calls this week when you were supposed to be working
Or napping
Or eating
Nobody saw you, nobody listened when you tried to educate them
To tell them about a condition so complex that they can never truly understand unless they live with it
It’s an autoimmune disease
No, it can’t be prevented
No, there is no cure
Yes, he can eat that
Nobody saw you
So scared to sleep through an alarm
Terrified they might not wake up in the morning
Waking up to feel like you can’t do this crazy dance another day
But you rise to take on another 24 hours – for them
Check the blood sugar, treat the high, count the carbs, treat the low
Nobody saw any of that
They simply saw you at the park, the museum, grocery shopping
I see you, brave ones
I see your grit and your daily grind
I see your fears for the future
I see your fierce love and determination for your child
I see you raising a warrior, and in the process becoming one yourself
💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
Written by a fellow T1D mom, Cici Sidda with permission to share