It has been four days since my eldest daughter was diagnosed with diabetes, four excruciatingly long days which has evoked tears and tantrums from us all.
But as always after a stay in hospital surrounded by children much sicker than my own one cannot help but put things in perspective. And as BB forced me to realise the strength of a baby in her battle against epilepsy and later Hip Dysplasia, twin girl; my beautiful Molly has shown me the determination and courage of a child.
Day three after a type 1 diabetes diagnosis we were sitting on a hospital bed and she placed her hand over mine as it shook whilst I was preparing the needle.
“Give it to me mummy, I need to learn.”
Then with hands far steadier than mine she attached a needle, tested the insulin and gently injected her leg. Later that day a parent on the ward commented on how brave she was and casually remarked that she didn’t think she could inject herself. My smart, sweet daughter replied with a smile,
“Oh you would if you knew you would die without it.”
I hope my daughter reads this back one day and hears the emotion behind the words.
While I remain gripped in the hand of worry as we look to learn more about diabetes together, my overriding reaction is pure pride.
My girl is flipping incredible.