But everyday preceding that day he had a new complaint on top of the prior one. Next came dizziness, then headache. I asked him to drink more water to try and flush out the bad germs. The symptoms just continued to compound. So being the compliant child he is, he drank more water. Next he complained of being tired in the middle of the day. "Well you're going to be tired if you're getting sick." I said. Next he said his heart was racing at night when I tucked him into bed.
It was starting to become really weird at this point.
I mean he's got like 100 things wrong with him in such a short amount of time. I did like any other mother, who is tech savvy and results driven, would do. I went to Google and found WebMD symptom checker. I entered in his symptoms and diabetes came up as a possible diagnoses. I read the symptoms over and over and each time I dismissed the diagnoses because he didn't have extreme hunger, extreme thirst, weight loss, or vomiting.
But during the week of December 26th he kept saying the symptoms were getting worse. He told me his heart was raising so fast he thought it was going to jump out of his chest. He said he had a headache all day prior and he woke up with the same pounding headache. I remember saying to him that morning, "Boy, that really sucks to fall asleep with a headache and to wake up with one." By this time I had gone online several times inputting symptoms and it kept coming back to T1D.
That evening my husband and I were watching a movie when Carter came running out of my bedroom shouting, "I've lost 4 pounds!" Now you may ask yourself why is a 7 year old weighing himself.
Well, we all weigh ourselves and during this kids routine well child check in October the doctor said that he would prefer Carter not gain any weight because his hope is that he would grow taller and thin out a bit. He's not a huge obese kid, but he is one of the youngest kids in his second grade class at 4' 5" and he's also one of the tallest. He's only about one foot shorter than his 11 year old brother. See my husband is 6' 4" tall so I was not at all concerned that Carter was going to be fatter then he was tall.
So it just meant that (his sucker for a mom had to tell him no, more than she said yes) we needed to cut back on sweets. Carter has a sweet tooth like his Dad. He loves Hershey's chocolate bars and slurpees (aka: slushy or icee). I'm a sucker and I have a hard time saying no to Carter because he's such a great kid! So we knew Carter weighed 80 pounds, he might fluctuate to 79 or 81 pounds but at 9pm he should be on the heavier side of the scale. I asked him to repeat himself and he said, "I've lost 4 pounds." I weigh 76 pounds now. At that moment I remember lifting my head from the couch, pausing the movie we were watching and saying to my husband, "I think he has diabetes." My husband asked me why I thought that, and I gave him all the reasons why. I told him that tomorrow I'm going to call my grandma (who is a Type 2 diabetic) and ask if I can borrow her blood glucose monitor.
So the next day I went out to call on my accounts and I got so busy I forgot to call my grandmother because I just got busy. When I got home around 11:30am Carter was still asleep. He fell asleep at around 9:30pm the night before. I remember because my husband took as picture of him. He had passed out on top of my desk watching Netflix or YouTube on the computer.
It was right before the holiday weekend and the new year around 4:45pm Friday, December 30, 2017. The medical assistant walked into the room and said, "OK, we're going to get your blood sugar now. Have you had your finger poked before?" She asked Carter. He said, "Yes, this afternoon my mom poked me." She then poked his finger and held up the meter with the strip inserted and touched his finger. We waited for the countdown 3,2,1. Silence filled the room, and nothing. Nothing showed up on the meter. I was so confused I've never seen a blood glucose meter not give you a number after reading. It only said High Glucose. I looked at the medical assistant asked her, "Why doesn't the meter give us a number, is something wrong." She said, "The only time the meter doesn't give a number is when it's over 600, his blood glucose is higher than what the meter can read." The medical assistant immediately left the room, closing the door behind her. I knew right then and there that he had diabetes. My heart was racing and I was frantic but I waited there patiently for the doctor to come back into the room. It felt like forever. She looked at me and put her hands on my shoulders and closed her eyes and said, "I am so sorry, but your son has Type one Diabetes and you need to take him immediately downtown to the Sacred Heart Children's Hospital. She uttered some words like I'm sorry I didn't actually think he had diabetes, he appears fine. Children who are in DKA are usually very ill and non-responsive. I think we caught it early enough, now go.
My older son Tucker was at home with a friend and my husband was working at a wine tasting about 10 minutes from our home. I immediately left the doctor's office and called my husband and told him that we were headed to the hospital and to meet us there. I almost forgot to tell him that he needed to grab our son who is still at home. I remember driving to the hospital and getting there almost in tears but in disbelief and shock. I checked in and they said we were expecting you. It was only minutes before we sat down and we're back in bed he emergency room getting vitals taken. I have to admit I did not know everything about Type one Diabetes. I literally thought that some people just had diabetes worse than others. I knew some people needed insulin and others took pills to manage their diabetes.
Know the signs of Type 1 Diabetes.