Molly has been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. She is insulin dependent, and we are trying out our best carb counting methods. We were admitted to Primary Children's on Tuesday after having her blood drawn at our pediatrician's office. At the time of admission her blood glucose levels were at 691. Her's are supposed to be between 100-200. We were in shock when they told us the diagnosis. I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around it. I kind of feel like she's sick for a minute, but she'll get better. But no, this is now our new life. She is amazing. She has been so brave through all the finger poking and shots. She recieves shots of insulin at least four times a day, and has her finger poked at least five. She tells her fingers to be brave. That's the worst part. The insulin shots aren't too bad, but getting her finger poked and then the blood squeezed out is really not her favorite thing. We stayed in the hospital for three days, and are so happy to be home. We still report her blood glucose levels to her endocrinologist every night to see if we need to make adjustments, but her little body is coping pretty well.
On Tuesday night Molly fell asleep while Ruby and my parents were visiting us at the hospital. Ruby was tickling Molly's back saying, "I'm here, Molly, I'm here." Little Ruby is only two, but she could tell her sister was sick. It was the sweetest thing ever. She laid next to her in the hospital bed saying little soothing things.
Marc, Molly, Ruby, and I would like to say thanks to everyone who brought us dinner, brought Molly and Ruby presents, called us, prayed for us, and even cleaned our house. We feel like we have been able to make this horrible situation a little bit better because of the support of our family and friends. Thank you everyone.
Here's Molly teaching Ruby (A.K.A. Sleeping Beauty) how to give their toys shots.
