Today it will take a good amount of makeup to cover the fact
that I stood in the shower and cried for 10 minutes straight. Drained and
broken is how I feel. My heart hurts for my child more than I’ve ever
experienced. There is also no guarantee, now that the floodgates are open, that
I won’t cry all day. It hit me at 6:15 this morning. The night shift nurse came
in for the last time. She took Blaine’s blood pressure and then asked him which
finger. He indicated his middle finger, then put his head down and quietly
whispered “I hate this.” His blood sugar was back over 200. At 2:30 am I had
the slightest moment of happiness and hope. When they checked his blood sugar
then it was 114, in the normal range. A part of me thought: Thank goodness, we’re back to normal. Everything
will be fine! In my near delusional state from lack of sleep I had
forgotten that he had two shots before bed. One to counteract the carbs from
his snack and another to serve as a long lasting background insulin. His
pancreas is no longer doing its job. Which hit me full force this morning when
I realized that because the insulin he received at 10:00 pm was wearing off,
and his pancreas was no longer doing its job, his blood sugar was going back
up. It was increasing like it will do for the rest of his life because his pancreas
no longer works to move carbs through his body.
Yesterday Blaine was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. My
coping words yesterday day were, “It is
what it is, it will be what we make it”. They helped me get through
yesterday. This morning, as I lay next to Blaine in the hospital bed, looking
at his thin shoulders, and hearing the quiet resignation in his voice it hit me
with such force that I had to run to the bathroom and turn on the shower. My
words today that are repeating over and over in my head, “This sucks! Why my child? He is such a good kid, he doesn’t deserve
this. It isn’t fair! It isn’t fair.”
Shortly after admission to the ER the endocrinologist met
with us and told us quite simply, his diagnosis is confirmed, there is no cure,
but the symptoms are manageable. He went
on to explain that there was nothing we could do to prevent this. It was
something Blaine was born with and there was no way we could have known until
now that he had it. The doctor explained
that most likely his pancreas was functioning at 85% as a baby or toddler and
that with each year its functioning became less and less until we were finally
to the point we are at now, where it is functioning at less than 10% and now
placing a drain on his kidneys and other functions.
We knew coming back from Gainesville that there was a high
probability that he would be diagnosed, but also some very strong hope that it
would just be a middle ear infection or some virus. We really began noticing
symptoms less than a week ago. February 28th, a Thursday, Brent was
at work when the school nurse called to say Blaine had a pretty bad headache.
Brent convinced him to stay at school until noon and to call him back if his
headache didn’t go away. His headache remained and Brent picked him up from
school. When I got home from work that afternoon he seemed fine. He was in a
good mood, playing basketball in the driveway.
That night we grilled out steaks and had a good bit of cookie cake for
Brent’s birthday. The next day, Brent stayed home from work to enjoy some time
off from work and to help get us ready to leave for a basketball game at
UF. For Blaine’s upcoming 10th
birthday I asked what he thought about going down to see the campus and
watching a UF versus Alabama game.
Friday afternoon the school nurse called Brent again to say
that Blaine had a headache. Lately he had seemed so tired, and had been asking
for coffee. He was getting plenty of sleep at night and staying on top of his
homework, but just seemed to drag a little lately, so we’d been letting him
have what was left of the coffee, less than half a cup, in the mornings as it
seemed to pick him up and help get him going. We began to think he was having
caffeine withdrawals. Brent picked him up from school again.
Friday afternoon I had a meeting that went until about 4:30.
It had been such a busy week that I hadn’t even packed up for our trip. It was
6:00 pm before we were able to get on the road. We dropped the dogs at
Jennifer’s. We made a dinner stop at the drive-thru at Burger King. I can count
on one hand the number of times we eat fast food in an entire year. Blaine was
starving and ordered a Whooper, fries and chocolate milk shake. He ate all of
it and an hour later complained of a hurt stomach, we assumed it was eating
fast food, in a car, eating it too fast and having the dairy from the
milkshake. He requested to keep a bag in
the back seat with him. We told him to loosen his seat belt. Less than an hour later he vomited.
At this point, Brent was frustrated and ready to turn the
car around and go home. Blaine begged to
keep going to the game. The car smelled
like stomach acid. Aislin was complaining that she couldn’t breathe. I thought
I’d be sick too. I tried to calm everyone down by stating that Blaine would
likely feel better now and that we should keep going. We stopped briefly at a gas station, and then
continued on to Gainesville. What was
noticeable during the trip down was the fact that Blaine could not get enough
to drink. We kept telling him to slow down with the water so that we wouldn’t
throw up again. He was literally consuming water like his life depended on it.
We now know that because his kidneys were furiously flushing away nutrients and
water in his system, his brain was constantly sending him messages to drink
more. He couldn’t get enough water.
Throughout the weekend the same pattern continued. He’d drink a ton of liquid, retreat to the
bathroom frequently and then get intense headaches. He was so thirsty walking into the O’Connell
center for the basketball game that he was in tears. Nearly 10 year-old boys
don’t cry because they are thirsty, and certainly not Blaine. Past the age of
three he rarely cried for anything, and definitely not because he wanted
something to drink. I reassured him we’d get him something to drink as soon as
we got in. Luckily there were no lines and I was able to immediately get him a
bottle of water.
We made it through the entire basketball game. He ate a hot
dog and while lethargic, was smiling and watching the game each time that I
glanced over at him. After the game, the plan was to walk around campus. Blaine
complained of being cold. We convinced him it would be warmer in the sunshine.
We started walking. We made it from the O’Connell center to Ben Hill Griffin
stadium. He posed for some pictures, smiling and giving me the thumbs up. I
kept thinking, he looks too thin. We stopped to rest, then continued. We showed
him the buildings where we took classes. Blaine said he didn’t think he could
keep going. We stopped and got a snack
from a vending machine, with Blaine and I sitting to share a Kit-Kat bar, while
Brent and Aislin shared some M&Ms.
We didn’t spend as much time on campus as we had anticipated
and by 4:30 decided to call it quits and have an early dinner. I thought we
needed take Blaine immediately to the Minute Clinic at CVS. Brent thought we
should go ahead and eat before it got too crowded. I’m now glad that we decided
not to go to the Minute Clinic. Had we gone, they most likely would have said
he had a virus. At this point, I’m not sure we had put all the pieces together
to give them the correct information.
Type 1 is so rare, 1 in 400, that I doubt they would have thought to
look for it. Instead we decided to have
dinner at Outback. Blaine ordered a
steak and lobster tail. He seemed to feel better after eating.
That night I heard him get up and go to the restroom. Brent
was right I thought, he is in there forever. Over a minute by my estimation,
but then again, he has been drinking a ton of water. The next morning I think both Brent and I
knew something wasn’t right. We were both quiet on the way home. I was driving,
and remember handing Brent my phone. I asked him to Google “excessive thirst,
extreme headache and frequent urination.” The first thing to come up was Type 1
Diabetes.
We both thought, surely this is not it. Brent called my
cousin Beth, a family practice physician. He didn’t tell her what we read on
Google, but did tell her Blaine’s symptoms. She asked questions, he answered. I
kept my eyes on the road and drove. Beth told Brent a few specific things to
ask for in the morning. She suggested we have Blaine at the pediatrician’s
office when it opened the next morning. I kept thinking, surely it is just a
virus. Or, a middle ear infection as those can cause vomiting. That night
neither Brent or I slept. I prayed all night that my son would be fine and the
tests would come back normal.
That morning Blaine came walking down the stairs with sunken
eyes. As he neared the bottom steps he fell. He slid down the last few steps
and just sat there and cried. I wanted to cry too. Why was my healthy child
looking so thin? Why was he falling down the steps? I came and sat next to him.
I gently lifted his shirt to check his back. He had carpet burn, but otherwise seemed
fine. I was so frustrated, and sad. For nearly two weeks he’d been asking me to
tie his shoes in the morning. I thought it was odd, but I had just ordered him
new shoes. Maybe these laces were different than the last, is what I thought.
But, I knew they weren’t. I had order the exact same Reebox Flex shoes, just in
the next size. I had also just ordered him new clothes, all in size 10 as he
was about to turn 10. All of the new clothes just hung on him, they didn’t look
right either.
Once the kids were ready I headed to work. We thought if
Blaine was sick then I should at least get in half a day of work and then Brent
could go in. I had just started the first of three meetings for the morning.
Brent called just as we were starting to talk. I had my phone next to me and
had already let everyone know that I was expecting a call. I took his call and stepped away. I asked how
the appointment went. What I didn’t expect was for Brent to tell me that the
pediatrician did a quick blood test and then told Brent that he needed to go
home, pack a bag and check into the ER within the next hour. I immediately left
work to meet them at home. Our suitcases
were still on the floor from our weekend trip. I refreshed our bags. I remember
once back in the car I called work to let them know that I’d be out for a few
days. I can’t remember if I made the other calls or if Brent did. But, one of
us called to make arrangements for Aislin to go home with Tres and Tina and for
my sister to take care of our dogs. I’m sure one of us called all parents as
well, but I don’t remember that either. I must have sent a text to Jackie and
Robyn, because Robyn called me as I was driving to the hospital.
The one thing I do clearly remember is that the ER had
several families there, and that we were the only people walking in with a
rolling suitcase. I remember that we checked in and sat down. We were the last
ones in and the first ones called back. It seemed as if they were waiting on
Blaine. The pediatrician had called ahead. We had barely sat down before they
called Blaine back. I began to feel nervous at that point.
I remember more questions, height and weight measurements,
and numbing cream for the impeding IVs lines. Blaine, like me, hates needles. I
believe I somehow gave him my needle-phobia. Prior to 3/4/13 I knew the only
thing I knew about diabetes was that it involved insulin injections via
needles. I didn’t really know the difference between Type 1 and Type 2 or why
or how people got diabetes. But I did know that Blaine’s life was about to have
a lot of needles in it…
The 10 minutes in the shower was the only time I
allowed myself to feel sorry for our situation. I needed to stay focused.
Starting at 9:30 am we would have class that went all day so that we could
begin learning how to care for our child.