This isn't really in order now, because these pictures are from May 3rd, but I just now had Tristan show me how to get the pictures off my phone onto the computer. We had a very long weekend then. I had just noticed for the last week that Cameron had been having to run to the bathroom to pee several times an hour, and was constantly thirsty. Anytime we went anywhere, I had to mentally map out before-hand how close the bathroom was, and plan extra time in our outing to stop what we were doing to run to the bathroom. Once I mentioned this to Tristan, he immediately said he thought Cameron had diabetes. Now Tristan has kind of a tendency to jump to conclusions with medical things - I call him a bit of a hypochondriac, so I didn't really take him seriously at first. But pretty soon, we called his brother Tyler, who is diabetic, to come over and check Cameron's blood with his glucose meter. As you've probably guessed by now, the reading was very high - actually so high that his meter couldn't give us the exact number because the meter only goes to 600! So Tyler stayed at our house with the other kids while we whisked Cameron off to the hospital. He didn't think much of it at first when we told him we had to take him to the doctor. We figured out just why he was being so accepting of our little excursion when he commented "The Doctor's gonna' fix my finger" as we entered the hospital. 
To get the reading on the glucose meter Tyler had to prick his finger, twice, and Cameron thought we were going to make his finger all better. This story still makes me a little emotional because the emergency room visit was the exact opposite of healing his little "owies". That initial admission to the hospital was the worst part of the whole weekend. He was poked and prodded mercilessly by nurses over and over again, and he just looked so shocked and confused. Here he was trusting with child-like faith that his Mom and Dad were taking him to nice people at the hospital who were going to fix his "owie", and we were just sitting by letting them give him even more! My heart broke to watch as the nurse tried FOUR times to get on I.V. started in his little arm. I felt about ready to punch her and take my boy and run! Once we got admitted though, things got a little better. He was so brave, and still is. By the time we got home from the hospital, he didn't cry anymore when we had to poke his finger, or when we had to get him a shot. He seems much happier and healthier now too. The shock initially of the diagnosis was hard - he's so little! But we are dealing with it now, and I think we are doing really well. Counting carbs and checking blood and giving shots is becoming more and more second nature to us. We feel so blessed to live in a time where Cameron can live a long, happy, healthy life with all the modern medicines and technology out there. We look forward to getting him an insulin pump sometime in the future - we think that will help his life be even more normal. And we thank our Father in Heaven for helping us through this trial with loving friends and family members who are always there in an instant when we need them - whether it be a phone call, a special care package, or helping out with the kids. We love you and thank you for helping us through this learning curve and throughout life in general!
Cameron really had fun once we got upstairs to the Pediatric unit. They had tricycles, and this cute little tractor, and even a little playroom.
To get the reading on the glucose meter Tyler had to prick his finger, twice, and Cameron thought we were going to make his finger all better. This story still makes me a little emotional because the emergency room visit was the exact opposite of healing his little "owies". That initial admission to the hospital was the worst part of the whole weekend. He was poked and prodded mercilessly by nurses over and over again, and he just looked so shocked and confused. Here he was trusting with child-like faith that his Mom and Dad were taking him to nice people at the hospital who were going to fix his "owie", and we were just sitting by letting them give him even more! My heart broke to watch as the nurse tried FOUR times to get on I.V. started in his little arm. I felt about ready to punch her and take my boy and run! Once we got admitted though, things got a little better. He was so brave, and still is. By the time we got home from the hospital, he didn't cry anymore when we had to poke his finger, or when we had to get him a shot. He seems much happier and healthier now too. The shock initially of the diagnosis was hard - he's so little! But we are dealing with it now, and I think we are doing really well. Counting carbs and checking blood and giving shots is becoming more and more second nature to us. We feel so blessed to live in a time where Cameron can live a long, happy, healthy life with all the modern medicines and technology out there. We look forward to getting him an insulin pump sometime in the future - we think that will help his life be even more normal. And we thank our Father in Heaven for helping us through this trial with loving friends and family members who are always there in an instant when we need them - whether it be a phone call, a special care package, or helping out with the kids. We love you and thank you for helping us through this learning curve and throughout life in general!
Cameron really had fun once we got upstairs to the Pediatric unit. They had tricycles, and this cute little tractor, and even a little playroom.
This one was too cute - Thomas the train underwear are always fashionable under hospital gowns!
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poor little guy!! I still remember the exact day almost eight years ago that scott was diagnosed and it was the worst week of our life. his numbers were over 700 and it was quite scary the way he was rushed off to the hospital and poked and prodded until he just about bled to death. Life has changed drastically as his is not easy to keep under control but hey what is life without trials, right. I wish you guys all the best and hope that Cameron's life is a little easier than Scott's has been over the last few years. He is so young it will become a habit unlike Scott who was already an adult and set in his bad habits that are that much harder to break. You are definitely in our thoughts and prayers
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