June 15, 2010.
Our 4-year-old son Jaxson had been feeling poorly for a while; not eating, drinking buckets of water, walking in his sleep, wetting the bed and running mild fevers off and on. I had set an appointment for him to see his doctor later in the week, but when there was no comforting my sick little boy who cried constantly, and he couldn't tell me what was wrong or where it hurt I called the doctor's office in tears and pleaded with them to see him right away. I could see the signs but I pushed those thoughts away hoping that I was just being an overly paranoid mom (I do that a lot).
We arrived to the clinic and when the doctor entered the room, he scooped my boy gently into his arms, sat down beside us and told us our boy had diabetes. My heart sank at the realization that my suspicions were correct and my husband was inconsolable. As for his glucose reading, the number was so large it didn't register on the meter.
They sent us directly to Children's Hospital where we stayed for 3 days. There they confirmed his type 1 diabetes diagnosis, regulated his glucose levels and taught us as much as possible about diabetes and how we would have to take care of Jaxson from now on.
The life that we knew ended that day. Now we are on this journey, a detour of sorts. We are four months on this road now and Jaxson is handling this new lifestyle rather well. I'm very proud of my little guy, but at the same time I'm so sad that he's had to grow up so quickly.
I'm scared and I don't know what the future holds for us, but I am committed to the survival of my son and the fight for a cure.