So many times I've correlated caring for a diabetic to caring for a newborn. The first time I felt this was when we brought Grace home from the hospital after her diagnosis. It felt like having a newborn in the house again, from the nervousness and fear to the sleepless nights and new feeding schedules.
This feeling came to me again last night while fighting a stubborn low. It was 1 in the morning, and I was gently, yet desperately, trying to get a sound asleep Grace to drink juice from a straw. Her little lips would purse and suck, suck, then go slack as she'd succumb to the depths of sleep. She looked so much like she did as an infant, when I would try to coax her to nurse just a little bit longer, in the hopes that I could get a few extra minutes of much needed sleep. I used to rub her palms with my thumbs to stimulate the sucking reflex, so there I was last night, rubbing her palms to see if it would still work. (It didn't. I think she's so used to me grabbing her hands for a blood sugar check that she reflexively pulls away.).
She eventually drank the juice and her numbers came up. She won't outgrow this phase of her life as she outgrew being a baby. But as with every child, it's my job to take care of her and keep her safe until she's able to do it herself.
The apache wars by paul hutton
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