My four year old has become all too familiar with my diabetes and my insulin pump. And honestly, I hate that. I mean I know it’s a good thing that he’s aware, but I selfishly hate that it even has to be a part of his life.
Every time I have to tell him, “Hold on, honey, mommy needs to drink my juice (or eat my “candy”), so I can finish playing with you.” Or when we go to the grocery store and he knows which juices are “mommy’s juices” and then he gets to pick out his own (my preference are the apple juice Juicy Juice boxes)
Or when he’s saying “Mommy, can we eat now?” And I have to say, “Hold on, honey, mommy has to check my blood sugar first.” (Although I’m trying to be better about this one and checking it before I set the table, or at least bringing the meter to the table with me so he doesn’t have to wait any longer than necessary.)
Or when we go to the beach/water parks and I have to tell him that Daddy will take him in the water because I just put my pump back on.
Last night we were sitting at the dinner table and out of the blue, he said, “Mommy, I know you wear an insulin pump.” So I said, “Yes, I do. Do you know why?” And he said, “Yes, because you need insulin.” I asked if he knew why I needed insulin, and he said, “Because you have diabetes.”
Yep, I sure do.