Diagnosis

But in the end, I think that it was best that she was diagnosed in Texas. Because we live an hour and a half from Texas Childrens Hospital, and her care there has been phenominal. And we didn't have to worry about transferrring her care from TN to TX. And our baby was born first, so I wasn't having the baby at the same time as the 2 year old was being diagnosed. Although this was only separated by two days!

So here is the story.

On March 5 at 12:45 am, my precious baby girl was born. That was a Wednesday. Thursday afternoon, we were discharged, but were told that we needed to take baby in to the pediatrician's office for a weight and bili check the next day. During that very routine check (everything fine with the baby), we mentioned, oh by the way, we need to make an appointment for our two year old, who is very thirsty and peeing all the time. RED FLAG. They wanted to see her and do some tests that day. And they found such high levels of sugar in her unrine that there was no way it really could be anything but diabetes.

So the doctor is telling us that she most likely has diabetes, and that we need to get in our car and drive to TCH, and do we have any questions, and we are looking at him like deer caught in the headlights. So he talks some more, trying to tell us what the hospital stay will entail, and that we should pack for a few days, and we still stare. Finally, my husband says, "you mean, we have to go tonight?"

That evening we pack all 6 kids (yikes, still not completely used to that 6 kids thing) into the car and drive to Houston. Luckily (that silver lining thing again . . . see?) we used to live in Friendswood, so we drop the four oldest off with two wonderful families who immediately said not just "yes, bring them over tonight," but "thank you for thinking of us" and "what else can we do to help?" And then Mom (that's me), Dad, brand-spanking-new-baby, and sicker-than-we-ever-guessed two year old head off to the TCH ER to begin our adventure.