Our Type One Jelly Tot

It had been 1 day since we left hospital. It was Christmas day - eat drink and be merry was usual in our family - a traditional Christmas. Although this was to be slightly different this year with the build up to it being in hospital, but we were home after all - taking the silver lining and all that. All I can say is we are so thank full that Santa was so organised this year with his present sorting and that his elves helped him out with all the wrapping!  Still most of the day went without any mishaps - the floor was no longer visible with the take over of the new toy shop that seems to invade the house year on year. The attempt to walk from one area of the house to the other became a dice of foot death as you were sure to stand on the smallest, sharpest of them all at least once, and then hop around doing the chicken dance for the next 5 minutes before managing to stop shouting all swear words under the sun. It was normality and it was nice. Being able to relax - plan food whe...

Its one of those places that if you take a visit you wouldn't want to stay for long - it brings life, joy, sadness and death. All very different emotions for every single one of us. Once you enter its like entering your own dream, a nightmare or a trance, outside life seems to stand still and all that you truly hang on to is the hope that everything will be manageable when you return to that world. Whether it be a routine appointment, a visit to a loved one who is sick , a job that you do, bringing a  new life to the world or just taking care of someone, you have that feeling of anxiety, of not knowing what is truly going to be.  We certainly felt this with our visit this time. It was 22nd December 2015, it was supposed to be Christmas, an enjoyable time for our family. Instead we found ourselves in a children's ward which was warm, smelt clinical and felt a million miles away from comfort.  Oliver had already had a urine test , blood tes...

Ok so you are all already aware I hate needles. Its something that clearly I had to learn to deal with. The fact that I now live with a yellow sharps bin that has at least 200 in, a cupboard full of extra needles and now looking into the cannula's for the start of possible pump therapy.  I always revert back to - IF I DON'T INJECT HIM THEN HE WILL DIE- ITS THAT SIMPLE.  When I say that to people you generally get that look- the one where they are thinking yeah OK love its not that bad ... but literally it is. So its a pretty big motivator to me.  Thing is at first I thought ( like I'm sure many of you) OK so hes diabetic - so we will have to inject him - what-once a day with some insulin and all will be fine. NO that is not the case. Every time he eats anything that contains carbohydrate we have to work out how many carbs are in the food and then work out his dose of insulin from that. We are now lucky that we have an Aviva Expert meter that works ...