It was quite an exciting day for the Super family yesterday. We received an offer on our home and put in an application…for a diabetic pump.
Since Kyle was diagnosed with Type 1 back in May (cinco de mayo to be precise), we’ve gone through a life-changing experience. Every item of food revolves around needles and medicine and counting. I told my coworker this morning how we (or more he, as my math is a bit shaky at best) count carbs and have to also adjust his insulin based on his blood sugar, and she said, “How do people who don't do math do this? Or how do people who don’t care handle this?”
I just shrugged.
This is a scary disease. All of our meals (okay, the majority of them, lol!) are based on how many carbs there are in that food. It’s become more normal for us, even in two months, which I’m so grateful for, but it’s still…scary.
The pump scares me. It’s permanent. I don’t like to think of such a permanency for a disease, but…he’s going to have this for the rest of his life, and this will make life so much easier for him. He won’t have to take five shots a day. He won’t have to run back to the house if he forgot a needle.
One of our friends has the pump and loves it. My cousin’s husband has the pump and loves it. Our doctors love it. His first nutritionist (and super amazing mom-to-be!) loves it. And she perhaps had the best advice:
“Yeah, it is scary. But do some research on it. Ask nurses, ask doctors, ask people who have it. See what they think and which one they use. Ask his doctor about it. Get all of your questions answered and see if you feel more comfortable.”
It’s nice to know that my fear is justified. And I did take her advice. I’ve done the research on the company’s websites, and we’ve asked everyone around us. I’m still hesitant, because this is a big deal, but I am more comfortable. My husband’s excited about it, and anything to make his already way-too-busy life a little simpler makes me excited as well.
So. We’re getting a pump.