This new life we are leading is a strange one.
On the outside, to everyone else, it looks like we are back to “normal” – back to preschool, running errands, going to soccer and football games.
But on the inside, nothing is normal.
I have never been a cell phone addict – my friends would laugh at my non-existent texting abilities and the fact that my phone was always at the bottom of my purse, dead.
But now I jump whenever I hear my cell phone ring. I have a mini panic-attack if I’ve forgotten it.
My heart races…is it about Adam? Is he sick?
I’ve never been good with details, but with this disease, the details are important.
I have to get it right. The right amount of insulin. Don’t forget the diabetes bag. Don’t forget to check his blood sugar. Am I missing something? Why is he so cranky/tired/angry?
Being a parent creates a whole new level of awareness in your life. But the level of awareness that parenting a child with diabetes requires seems pretty overwhelming to me at the moment.
Will there ever be enough room in my brain for all of this?