Some of you may know me, some of you may not-but if you're here, you're family. This blog is my release, my unedited version of myself, and my daughter.
Laila was diagnosed just days after her 5th birthday with Type 1 Diabetes, to everyone's surprised. We had her checked for mono, only to find out hours later she would be spending the night in PICU, and three additional nights at the hospital. To say I was shocked wouldn't quite cover my reaction, but what do you do in a situation like that? You persevere.
The life I live is difficult, but the rewards I reap are beautiful. They say a mother's job is never done, but type 1 diabetes brings that to an entirely different level. Until September, I'd held puke bowls, dried tears, and changed diapers; now, I've spent days administering insulin, counting carbohydrates, and endlessly reading articles about topics I never imagined myself having an interest in. I've spent nights checking sugars every two hours, I've held my daughter's hand when she's scared of a needle, and I've cried myself to sleep, feeling entirely and completely defeated.
It has been now six months since Laila's diagnosis, and it's been a bumpy ride. The medical terms I hear myself say are still foreign, even though it seems as though I've been doing this for a lifetime. The single tear that rolls down her cheek or sharp breath she takes with each painful injection still burdens my heart, but I tell myself it'll get better. We've made it this far, there's no stopping us now. Together, we are a team, a unit, a pair. She is not just a child with type 1 diabetes, she is Laila. And I am not just anyone, I am her mom.