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 struck. (I was wrong.)
I thought that diabetes management was so freaking confusing, I'd NEVER figure it out. (Wrong there, too... though still working on it.)
I believed I would spend the rest of my days as a stress-monkey whose anxiety would override everything good in life. (Wrong, wrong, wrong.)
I felt no one could possibly understand how frightening it is to have a toddler with diabetes. (Oh, so very wrong.)
As sorry as I was to be right about Eric's diabetes, I am so tremendously happy I was wrong about all the rest of it.
That is great Elizabeth!!! I am so glad that you took Eric to the doctor and not just stick you head in the sand and deny what you know is true. Eric is lucky to have a mother that is so caring and so willing to learn.
So good to be wrong. 
That is the way I felt for sure 6 years ago ! He just started working and driving (with permit )so some new fears have set in . Tylers mom : )
Great post Elizabeth!
In fact, it might be a good way to conduct a lot of the challenges we face in life.
Never say, "NEVER!"
Life is so worth living, loving and laughing.
We are powerful, people are good, you are NOT ALONE!
(Add your favorite positive cliche here) 