Eventually, they were able to bring his blood glucose levels down safely and we were transferred to a ward. We were in the hospital for seven days, and we got an intensive crash course on type 1 diabetes before we were discharged.
Initially, we were afraid to leave the hospital, because the doctors and nurses were all there. When we came home, it felt like we had a newborn baby – that same sense of nervousness and paranoia. We were up every hour pricking his finger, it was awful.
Even when we had access to our doctor 24 hours a day, it was still nerve-wracking. If I was asleep, my husband would be awake. If both of us were asleep, his grandma would be awake. The three of us would be running in circles trying to care for him.
The thing that really scared me was the thought of him getting bad hypoglycaemia, when blood sugar levels drops far below the healthy range. If that happens, you need to take a glucagon pen (basically a needle full of glucose) and inject it into the muscle, then call the hospital right away. The doctors said we might only have to do this once or twice in his life, but I’m terrified of the idea. If his levels are that low, he’s got no control over his body. He’s almost gone. Now, I just make sure his blood sugar doesn’t drop. If I see the glucose levels dipping, it’s snack time.