My oldest daughter Alex was diagnosed with diabetes yesterday.
Before she was diagnosed I had the mommy sense that something was wrong. She was not acting utterly sick, but was not herself for the last couple weeks.
Looking up her symptoms it pointed directly to the disease, so being the overly protective mom I brought her into the hospital to have the doctors reassure me that everything is ok and that she is just fine and to go home. Instead my concerns were confirmed and she was indeed tested positive for type 1 diabetes.
So many things have gone through my mind. How do I take care of my daughter? How do I give shots, what kind of food do I make for her, how is she feeling, could I have done something different so that she didn't get this disease.
Even though its been a day it seems longer.
Among the midst of all the emotions and the overwhelming knowledge that is being poured into my brain I have felt a strength that I know is not from me.
When my daughter is crying, when she grips my hand while getting pricked or poked from the needles, when she makes a decision whether or not something is worth it to eat because she will have to get a shot for doing so. I am able to make her laugh, I am able to give her shots( even though I hate needles), I am able to comfort her without crying. I know this is because Heavenly Father is there lifting me up to be there for my daughter.
I know that the loving hands that are so willing to help are a blessing from above.
I know that the treatment that she is being given is a miracle.
I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father that even though times are difficult sometimes he is there lifting me up when I don't have the strength.