If you have found this blog, saying Welcome does not really seem appropriate. I know you wish you weren't surfing the internet for diabetes. I felt the same.
A big part of me wishes I were not writing about diabetes, nor did I anticipate to become so opinionated or informed on the subject, but it happened. In 2010, my son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
It wasn't really part of the plan… Correction - it was not part of the plan, but it happened. It is not always easy, but I think we are all doing okay, and I hope we continue to do so.
Why the Middle East? I happen to live in Dubai. I don't think that living in the Middle East makes mine or my son's diabetic experience any more unique or challenging than it does elsewhere in the developed world.
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Please note: This blog does not give medical advice. I am opinionated, and I share my experiences, but the first rule of diabetes is to follow up with your doctor and/or nurse educator about your care, diagnosis or medication. If you do not have a medical practitioner that is helping you find your way through this crazy world, then do not give up until you find the right one.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
I Am Not A Baby
My son has never been a fan of having blood taken. Show me a kid that is.
When he was diagnosed at 20 months old, this was the worst part of the hospital stay. They called everyone from phlebotomy to the NICU and it was as if no one could find my son's veins. No amount of numbing cream was enough to lessen the pain for him. Five years later and its not much easier.
When I confirmed, he was obviously upset. At first he tried to refuse, but he knows we have to do this once a year.
A nurse escorted us to the phlebotomist. A woman from the Far East who works at the hospital asked "For Baby?" It is not uncommon for some cultures to refer to young children as a baby. I do not know at what age a child is no longer referred to as such, but I am sometimes surprised a seven year old classifies.
We follow the nurse in the direction given. My son still crying as he anticipates what will happen next. The nurse turns back to my son to tell him that the woman called him a baby because he was crying.
I am not certain if it was my son's response to her as he shouted through his tears "I am NOT a baby!" or my look to her, but she understood right away that was a stupid thing to say. Yes, the "s" word.. Stupid.
I ensured him he was not a baby, and it was okay to cry or be scared. I also told him it will be okay and over quickly. It is hard for any child to understand.
Before my son took his plate to the kitchen after dinner that night, I stopped him. I told him to sit down because I wanted to share something important with him about our doctor visit that I did not like.
I told him that when we were walking to the lab, I did not like that the nurse called him a baby. It wasn't right. And it is absolutely not true. It is okay to be scared and cry because what he did, and what he deals with everyday is not easy. He is brave, and he is my hero... and he is most certainly not a baby.