July 6th, 2016. It was a regular summer day. Our friends had called us that morning for an impromptu play date at the park. We planned the day and got ready and headed out. On our way to the park, we stopped at Little Caesars for pizza. The girls were so excited. We ate and the girls were off to play. My friend and I sat in the shade talking and every now and then checked on the girls. It was a perfect summer day. They were having so much fun. When it was time to go, they were so hot and sweaty that we decided to end the day with an ice cream. So off we went to cool off!
Later that night, we had suspected that Kennadee possibly had a UTI. We were leaving for Missouri in 4 days and I wanted to get her checked just in case. I called her pediatrician and made an appointment. Driving there, I was relieved that they could see us so soon and that we could get this taken care of before leaving on our trip. We got there and I explain what was going on. We do a urine test and not long after, the nurse comes in to do a blood check. That seemed a little strange to me. About 5 minutes later, the nurse asks if she can take Kennadee to get some prizes. I agree, knowing that something worse was coming. The pediatrician comes in and tells me that Kennadee has glucose in her urine and that the meter is reading "high" and that she has DIABETES. How? Are you positive? How do you know? Are you sure? What do I do now? I thought it was a UTI? All these questions ran through my mind. There is no way. I know NOTHING about Diabetes.
We get to Primary Children's Hospital. 586 is what her blood level was. It was true. My 8 year old daughter has Type 1 Diabetes. That is something that you never think you are going to hear. We were placed in the emergency room and waited to be admitted, and that is where our life with Type 1 begins.
What has Type 1 taught me?
First thing would be strength. I never knew that one person could have so much strength in them and seeing Kennadee fight this everyday just amazes me. She is my HERO!
Secondly, you just have to take this one day at a time. Everyday is different. Some days are good days and others are bad, but you just learn that that is the new normal.
We are coming up on 4 months since being diagnosed and I could not be more proud! I will always promise to be by her side and I do all that I can. I know that for only so long I will be able to take care of her and I hope that all that we are learning now will help her as she grows up and one day has to do this all on her own! I love you, Kennadee!
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