My daughter is T1 and diagnosed at 4 yr old and will be 8 in December. We discuss her diabetes all the time and we say we hate it and that it is ICKY(her word) but then I tell her that with a good diet and exercise she will be able to do what ever she wants to do. (and believe me she does) I just spent the last week sitting in a room for five hours a day with another mother of a T1 so that our kids could go to horseback riding camp with 7 other children who's parents dropped them off and went about their day. The worrying NEVER stops. I dont think it gets better either. What I can say is as time goes by you both accept your new normal and you start to see how absolutely resilient and amazing your T1 child is. I never knew until this how strong, brave, smart and just all around amazing my child really was until I saw her on the playground one day playing with a little girl she just met. They were running around and then I am watching them and they both sat down in the sand and my daughter is pointing at her pump and showing the other girl what it was an explaining to her all about Diabetes.
This may help:
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of diabetic children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."
Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a diabetic child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a diabetic child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make him live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect -she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a "spoken word". She will consider a "step" ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".
"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."
That always helped me. Just remember one thing through all of the crazieness YOU CAN HANDLE ANYTHING!!!! Just keep your chin up!