Fate is an ironic bastard at times.
It took a while for us to notice the signs of twin girl’s diabetes, we put the excessive bed wetting down to the stress of moving house and we just simply failed to see the weight drop off her and her skin pale to whiteness. We failed to see the seriousness in the symptoms.
Now I am opposite, I am vigilant mum, ready to see health scares in every sneeze and desperate to wrap the kids in cotton wool. It is a superhero costume that doesn’t fit comfortably on my skin but I wear my costume every day.
Vigilant mum is armed with Calpol, has the doctor on speed dial and knows the quickest way to A&E in varying traffic times. Vigilant mum rises every morning at 2am to check twin girl’s blood sugars to make sure that she is within normal range.
Vigilant mum is a bit overbearing.
However she is fuelled by fear and worry that some other crap disorder will find its way into her home.
This week I got the chance to allow my alter ego to come out and play. BB woke up on Friday morning burning hot and looking miserable, we called the GP so check her over and explained that Hip Dysplasia, epilepsy and diabetes had left us cautious. We were told she had a viral infection; I repeated my fear of diabetes and was told there was no harm in checking her blood sugars at home.
Any type one parent will tell you they routinely check their other children, type one diabetes is hereditary so it is more than possible that the iron may strike twice.
That evening we checked BB and the machine bleeped angrily at me: 2.3.
Vigilant mum literally pooped her pants.
I will remind you, a non diabetic person has a blood sugar range of between 4 and 8, anything under 4 for a person with diabetes in considered ‘hypo’ and needs treating with fast acting sugar. Twin girl’s worse hypo to date is 2.9…
On the bed in front of me was a toddler looking pale and sweaty, tired and ill and having a hypo.
My eldest daughter is a type one diabetic and it would seem my youngest girl has hypoglycaemia – one has no insulin and the other too much.
As I said, fate is an ironic bastard.