Here's the short of the story- Emmett has been diagnosed with Type one diabetes and will be insulin dependant the rest of his life. How did this come to light you ask? Here's the long answer. About a week ago, we started noticing Emmett drinking a ton more water and eating like crazy. Growing spurt, right? Then he starting wetting the bed. Like 2-3 times a night and not just a trickle-an enormous puddle. He had never, up until 5 days ago, wet the bed before. The first night we, of course, chalked it up to the amount of water he was drinking. By the third night, we started limiting the amount and it was still happening. I looked up the symptoms in the Toddler 411 book, and it said to make an appt with the doc based on that it could be a kidney infection, bladder infection or onset of diabetes. I instantly wrote off diabetes since Emmett is a healthy young boy and it doesn't run in the family. We went in to the doc's office and we talked to the doctor and he sent in his nurse to prick his finger and talk a glucose reading. It was over 400. I knew from reading the book that normal should be around 100. Emmett's urine sample that we brought in secured the fact that he was diabetic for it showed that he was in ketoacidosis(?). (We are still learning the lingo) We were sent to admit to the hospital from the doc's office, with the exception of having to go home and get Bruno and blue puppy to have there with us. Our neighbors were able to watch Jolene for the day, so I could get Emmett checked in. Luke had left that morning for Jackson on a 3 day work trip. Needless to say that when I called blubbering through the tears, Luke headed straight home. Emmett was immediately set up with an IV and his first insulin shot(first of many). He,of course, went ballistic over the IV being inserted. Luckily they got the first blood sample needed at the same time and things were pretty painless for a bit. His labs came back with his blood sugars at 800 and a number that I can't remember the name of showed that he has probably been working up to this for about 90 days. Hindsight sure is a bitch. Looking back, we can recall moments that were for sure indicators of his condition, but were always discounted for more simpler things like being tired and being a three year old. It was a long day of finger pricks, insulin shots, tears and tons of education. Emmett sure was a trooper and considering his age did very well with all the details and information that was given to him as well. After a long night, which Emmett dubbed a "camp out with mom" since he asked me to sleep in his bed, he was already in better spirits and the dark circles under his eyes(which showed up a few weeks ago) were almost gone. You could tell he was feeling better already. They released Emmett this afternoon once they felt Luke and I were properly trained and able to continue with treatment at home. Emmett actually cried when I told him we were going home. He didn't want to leave the toys they had in their family room. He kept crying "I'm not done playing with them yet and you won't let me take them home." All I could think about was getting out of the hospital room and being in the comforts of home. So the overall experience must not have been too traumatizing ;)
