Happy Post? Sort-of??

I fully realize that my posts are not full of sunshine and happiness.  Usually when I take the time to write, it is because something is weighing on my mind.  Earlier today, I thought that since it is Valentine's Day, I should write a post about how much I love my kiddos.  Then life got in the way.

Here are some of the highlights of my day:

• "Today must really suck for Levi since he can't celebrate Valentine's Day"

Yes, it sucks that it is Valentines Day for Levi but we'll work chocolate/candy into the day. Thanks for commenting.

• "sorry I didn't get some chocolate for Levi since it is Valentine's Day"

Yes, thank you for pointing out that there is a goodie bag for every other child but mine.  I'll be sure to explain to my 2 year old that he doesn't get one.

• In talking to his endo about moving to a pump, "as long as you realize it's not a cure"

Thanks Doc, I thought the pump would solve all my problems.  Thanks for clarifying that diabetes still sucks.

• I don't want my unborn child to get diabetes, how can I prevent it"

I clearly wanted mine to get it, which is why I didn't prevent it.  Go to hell.

So my happy post about how much I love my children was hijacked by the stupidity of the world and by my sensitivity to it. I'll try again next time.

Lessons

Jack, Carolyn and my hubby all got the stomach flu but recovered after a few days.  Levi got it too.  Wow.  We survived our first hospitalization up at Lucille Packard Children's Hospital and it has taken exactly two weeks for recovery.  This is the shortest blog ever for the most miserable two weeks ever.  Instead of rehashing all the terrible details, I thought I would share some lessons learned. 

• it's always the hot nurse on call when you get diarrhea in the emergency room
• nothing works better than hospitalization to convince friends and family that Diabetes is serious
• diabetes is determined to make me lose my sunny outlook
• some friends get it, most don't.
• after only 2 months, I knew Levi's diabetes better than the doctors/nurses
• the pediatric endocrinologists never come out of their golden tower
• moms on the babycenter "children with diabetes" are my go-to folks for assistance
• when you think the vomiting is over, the diarrhea starts.

Lastly, I learned that my 2 year old son is amazing.  He handled a catheter, IV's, numerous pokes and prods, and overall miserableness with such grace.  Diabetes has not dampened his spirit nor has it changed his personality. 

Like I said, a short blog for a terrible time.  My new goal is to not ever repeat the past two weeks. 

I found this on you tube.  I have no idea why it made me cry.  But it did.  Thought I would share.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXdKrocRlHs