{Our Story} Proud

by Leighann on November 25, 2008

My daughter’s preschool teacher had to unexpectedly take a few weeks off. In her instructions to the sub and the other parents who work in the class, she reminded them about my daughter’s snack requirements, etc.

And the teacher said that my daughter is a terrific child for dealing with her diabetes so well.

Of course I think that, but it is good to hear it from others who know her well. Even if the other people who see her on a daily basis only get small glimpses into what the life of a diabetic child is like.

She rarely complains and instead takes it all in stride. She has a lot to complain about and I wouldn’t blame her in the least bit if she did complain once in a while.

Tonight she and my husband were leaving for dance class and in the darkness she ran into the edge of our gate bumping her head.

She came back inside crying and sat beside me in the chair. She said that her head hurt and we gave her an ice pack.

I had been reading the pamphlet that came with her NovoPen Junior insulin pen to make sure I had been changing the cartridges correctly.

NovoPen Junior

NovoPen Junior

She had just about stopped crying from her bump when she looked over to see an illustration of the pen and needle.

She said, “I don’t want to have diabetes and I don’t like getting injections.” And she burst into tears again.

All I could say is “I know, I know” and put my arms around her.

At bedtime I finished reading a chapter of the 33rd Magic Tree House book, turned on her Christmas music that she listens to year round, turned off the light, and snuggled in.

She normally talks for a few minutes. She reminded me to dream of snow. Asked what it was like to get the very first bath after being born. And then she said, “I don’t want to be diabetic.”

I said, “I know. But I am so proud of you.”

She asked, “Will I have diabetes when I am a grown up?”

“Maybe they will find a cure.”

Then she proceeded to tell me that when she is a grown up, her kids will only have to take short two minute naps and can watch two episodes on TV with their bedtime snack.

I didn’t break it to her that the nap is as much to give the parent a break as it is for the child to rest.

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

1 DebLouBed March 31, 2010 at 7:32 am

Bless her. How old is she, 4 or 5? she seems remarkably grown up for someone so little! I guess she will learn to live with the inejctions. Or perhaps you could get her a pump? I know that half the battle (even as an adult!) is to accept that you/she will ALWAYS have to inject insulin. No matter what. It’s pretty tough to accept that but once you have, it does get easier. Tell her I promise that!! 🙂


2 Leighann March 31, 2010 at 9:25 pm

Thank you for commenting today. We actually began pumping since I wrote this post over a year ago. Most of the time she likes the pump more than injections. She’s five (almost 6 now), but was 4 when this exchange happened.


3 Lani March 31, 2010 at 8:32 am

Heartbreaking to read but so close to home. My daughter also never complains but every once in a while it just comes out in certain ways. Thanks for sharing this archived post.


4 Leighann March 31, 2010 at 9:27 pm

It surprises me sometimes that she doesn’t complain more. She has every right to in all honesty. I think maybe kids are much easier to adapt than someone who is older. And there will come a time when she either doesn’t remember life without diabetes or she’s had it longer than not.


5 Donna March 31, 2010 at 11:50 am

I often wonder how Jacob will handle D as he gets older. I somewhat dread the day when he finally tells me that its not fair and he doesn’t want it anymore. I wont blame him… he has every right to feel that way. What I worry about is being able to hold MYSELF as well as him together when that happens. I just have to have faith that God will give me the strength to handle that day – just has He has given me the strength to handle every other day in our life with D.


6 Leighann March 31, 2010 at 9:31 pm

We had a moment like that once. We had left a birthday party and were driving in the car and something reminded her of life before diabetes. It was one of the few times she asked “Why me?” I couldn’t keep myself composed and began to cry. Luckily she was sitting behind me and didn’t see my tears. I was so sad at that moment. (Gah! Tears are coming to my eyes thinking about that car ride.)


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