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I started the year 2015 wonderfully well! Very happy, husband working and I started my college, a dream that would be realized after many years. My eldest son in one of the best schools, the youngest had no allergies to milk protein, and in a very good school too. Until the 16th of April I realized that the little one was not in his normal sleepy state and a few weeks ago I had already noticed that he missed his older brother. I decided to appoint a pediatrician and see if it was the case of a psychologist. But I decided to take it to the emergency room and there I reported what was happening. When the nurse did the dextro, she told me that he would go ahead and that he would already call us. But it was just a cough and a sore throat !?
I believe that God always looks at us from above and he saw how happy and capable we are. Handpicked me to be a pancreatic mother, that’s right to play the role of my youngest son’s pancreas!
The doctor looked at me and said: Your son has diabetes! As well? He was allergic to milk protein, I had to remove it at the age of three months, gave the breast hidden, and that was bad for him. Up to one year he was restricted to several things, he took special formula, we did follow-up, and at 1 year and 3 months he started to tolerate milk. Now what about diabetes?
A thousand questions, and the one that didn’t get out of my head was: where did I go wrong? I confess that in the first instant it was a stab in the chest. I looked at him so small, and now I am restricted to eating everything that a child eats.
I decided not to believe it, I thought to myself this doctor is crazy to say that a child has diabetes. And seeing him, dejected, without color, without courage, made me believe that something was really wrong. Came the cry, despair and insecurity . How will I apply insulin?
At that moment my life ended. It was 7 days in the ICU and 5 more in the room, a total of 12 days hospitalized for me to learn how to deal with the situation. I suffered a moment of mourning! Yes mourning, something in me had died. We went for months without going to parties and the relatives’ house, because I embraced the disease in an exaggerated way. I didn’t allow him to eat anything that wasn’t healthy.
Today we have a common life like any other. We participate in parties, we eat pizzas, everything with control, monitoring the glycemia and insulin application my son thanks to God has a life like all the other children . There are days that it is not easy, he complains about the amount of bites that reaches 8 fingers a day and 6 insulin applications. Being 14 or older when diabetes resolves to become rebellious, it tires us. My husband, who is very present in everything, takes turns with me to measure at dawn, because he doesn’t even escape from the boredom at dawn. We have a very tiring routine, but that when we see him well, running, playing and having fun is what gives us the strength to get up every day and do it all over again. We very much ask for a cure for diabetes soon, but until she arrives, I thank God for having insulin with a best friend, because she is the one who allows us to have him here with us. Like a good owl mother, I need to say that my son is not only a tremendous warrior, but also a sweetness so great, but so great, that even diabetes came to be part of our daily life.
Cristiane Almeida’s account of the life of her little warrior Danilo.
See Also: Childhood Diabetes – How to Discover and Deal with It?
My name is Dr. Alexis Hart I am 38 years old, I am the mother of 3 beautiful children! Different ages, different phases 16 years, 12 years and 7 years. In love with motherhood since always, I found it difficult to make my dreams come true, and also some more after I was already a mother.
Since I imagined myself as a mother, in my thoughts everything seemed to be much easier and simpler than it really was, I expected to get pregnant as soon as I wished, but it wasn’t that simple. The first pregnancy was smooth, but my daughter’s birth was very troubled. Joana was born in 2002 with a weight of 2930kg and 45cm, from a very peaceful cesarean delivery but she had already been born with congenital pneumonia due to a broken bag not treated with antibiotics even before delivery.
