Bomb Baby.

What is it like to have a BABY with type one diabetes?

It’s like being a nurse, a first responder, a service dog, a pancreas, a negotiator, a nutritionist, a calculator and a bomb defuser all at once. The latter is really the most accurate.

Kids are really all a little “bomby” aren’t they? The difference between a kid without type one diabetes and one with it is that the type one parent needs to be on their game 24/8 because diabetes never sleeps.

There is also a difference in consequence between myself and a bomb defuser. When a bomb defuser fails, the bomb goes off anyway. The bus explodes, the building explodes, hell, maybe even the city explodes. If I fail and that bomb goes off, my entire world will explode. There won’t be a second chance. There won’t be the option to rebuild.

I have this itty bitty human that is stronger than an ox but as fragile as an egg shell. I have seen her run, jump, push, throw and hold her own against older siblings and animals four times her size. I have also seen her body pale, cold, unresponsive and drained of all life. It’s a scene that no mother should have to witness, yet only a mother could.

It is not a burden to constantly watch over this child, in fact it’s the greatest gift I have ever received. I love every single thing about my little cyborg bomb baby and I accept this challenge because she is still the girl that I gave birth to. It is my pleasure to walk this journey with her because a journey without her is NOT an option for me.

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