It’s the middle of the night and I’m on the standard camp bed in a stifling room on a children’s ward, and I’m so scared. I’d be grateful for any firm shoulder pats or words of wisdom.
DD, 8, woke up with an awful stomach ache in the night. Combined with the fact she’d been drinking more than usual (I’d putting it down to the fact it’s been hot, and shes off school so I’ve noticed her drinking) I managed to get an in-person GP appointment, who did a glucose and urine test and sent us straight to the hospital.
Shes had several more finger pricks since, and two shots of insulin (not together - one before she could have some tea, one before ‘bedtime’ - a long acting one). She is not taking the finger pricks well at all, I had to have her in my lap and there were lots of tears from both of us and shes been begging me to take her home. I want nothing more in the world.
I haven’t slept in a long time and so everything seems a lot more dramatic than it probably would seem normally, but fuck me. What happens? Am I going to have to fight her to get blood every day until she leaves home? How does this work?
Apparently we’ve got the diabetes team coming to see us tomorrow but that might not happen because we might have to move hospitals (a complication of living on the border of two different towns). Can I say no, I want her to stay here? It’s the nearest hospital and she’ll get all unsettled again. I feel like I don’t know anything about anything.
Thanks for reading all that.