OK, here’s Riley’s story.
My mom keeps Riley while I’m working. She told me a couple of days in a row that he seemed to be unusually thirsty. I noticed that he had also begun to wet the bed at night. He was 3 1/2 and while he was potty trained I just chalked it up to accidents.
Thursday, October 6, 2005, I had the day off. I had fed Riley breakfast and was getting ready to go to the grocery store. He had drunk a big glass of juice and asked for more. After that glass he asked for another. I gave him more. Looking back I wonder what I was thinking. After he drained that glass he asked for more. I told him no and he began to cry. He begged for water. That’s when it dawned on me that something was very wrong.
While I didn’t think he had diabetes I decided to test his sugar just in case. I am a home health nurse and had a meter in my car. When I tested with it “HI” flashed on the screen. I let out a gasp and dropped to the floor. I tested him again to make sure and it registered HI again. I knew this meant his sugar was over 500. I still was in a little denial though.
My dad is Type2, so I called my mom and asked her to bring his meter. She did and he tested HI yet again. Now, I knew. There was no doubt.
I called his pediatrician and told the nurse what was going on. She told me to bring him in as soon as I could (we live an hour from their office) I called my husband at work and told him what was going on. I tried not to cry, but I didn’t succeed. Luckily Riley was in the other room and didn’t see me.
Then, because I didn’t know how long we’d be gone I went by my other son’s school and picked him up and took him with us.
When we arrived at the Dr’s office they immediatly took us back. When they weighed Riley I found out that he had lost 3 pounds. How had I not noticed? Then, he peed in a cup. That showed a large amount of sugar. When they tested him with their machine his sugar registered at 574.
Not long after the Dr. came in an confirmed my worst fears. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he said, “Your son deffinatly has Type 1 diabetes.” I stood there and listened to everything and nodded my head. I tried to look calm, but inside I was screaming “No, this can’t be happening!!”
The Dr. explained that Riley didn’t have any ketones and didn’t appear to be sick, but he would be admitted to the hospital.
Then, I made my way to the waiting room to see if my husband had arrived. When I saw him I fell in his arms and started to sob. My other son, Holden, who was 14 at the time, began to cry to. I told Michael, my husband, what was going on and that we were going to the hospital.
I made my way to the bathroom and dried my tears, washed my face, and took a deep breath. I refused to let Riley see me cry. And, as much as I’ve cried over his disease over the past 19 months, he’s never once seen me cry.
OK, this is getting long. Riley was admitted to the hospital. They started an IV as a precaution ,but didn’t have to hook him up to any fluids. He was so brave. With all the needles and questions and everything he didn’t cry, not once. He really is my brave, brave boy.
We were discharged from the hospital the next afternoon. And, we’ve been dealing with it the best we can ever since.
Riley’s A1C was 9.7 at dignosis. He started on an insulin pump 5 months after he was diagnosed. We go back to the endo. on Friday, but his latest A1C was 6.6.
Thanks to everyone who has shared your stories and I look forward to reading more.