Even the boyfriend knows how to throw up the sign.
New Kid On The Block
Since his diagnosis almost 6 weeks ago, Sugar Free CJ has become a different child. Gone is the clingy toddler with inconsolable tantrums and mood swings. His behavior had gotten to the point where I thought we would become hermits until he out grew it. My heart still breaks thinking that for the better part of 4 months, he was absolutely miserable. (Now that I know more about diabetes, I believe the disease's symptoms began in January.)
What made it difficult to realize he was sick, was the fact he was approaching the age of 2. Anyone with a child knows all about the 'terrible twos' cliche. What I believed to be attitude and defiance, was more SF CJ not feeling well. And because of his age, he did not have the vocabulary to tell me he felt lousy, tired, hyper, had blurry vision, a headache, or anything else the disease creates. Diabetes can not be detected by feeling a forehead for a temperature. (I already miss that simplicity.) Now , a finger prick for blood is required sometimes more than 6 times a day.
Never the less, SF CJ is a happy-go-lucky, adventurous, fun-loving lil boy. His vocabulary is suddenly flourishing too. So much so, he can carry on a conversation if one can understand his slight baby lisp. Which I think is totally ADORABLE. (No bias of course.)
Sugar Free CJ is the boy I believe he should have been 4 months ago. And how do I truly know he is feeling better?
He now tells me:
'Me love mama!' And seals it with a kiss.
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