The first is that being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes is like being given an instruction manual and then after a day being told to go off and fly the 747 solo.
The second was that being diagnosed Diabetes Type 1, for the whole family, is like a bereavement.
We, her parents, and Alice herself, are doing our best to keep her blood sugar between 4 and 8. This is not always easy but we were doing pretty well until the sports started. Then she kept having hypos - 7 in 2 days at the end of last week. Not severe, but low enough (sub 3) to get us all worried. We reduced her nighttime doseage and erred on the side of caution before sports, and this seemed to go ok even if she was a touch high (maybe 10 or so). Not easy. Then she went to a kids party yesterday to play the Laser Game - I went with her to help but she was 15 when we went in, which worried her as she is aware of the longer term implications of being high for a long time (DKA and then the other side effects later in life). We managed her emotions and estimated the cakes and sweets and gave her a couple of corrective shots and she was pretty stable until this morning when she had a bagel. We rounded the units down and she spent most of the morning around 15 - prompting a call from the school nurse.....
As I said, we are taking one step at a time. The good news is that we have managed to have 2 nights (not yet in a row though) of sleep over the weekend, which was badly needed and very gratefully received.
In the meantime, I have found training and running to be a life saver, literally. I have been able to process the information that we have received through trial and error - which foods react in a certain way and so on, and trying to work out a way to stabilise the blood sugar levels. I also find it cathartic - it helps me destress from work and now from the situation at home too. We are healing, and the running is helping me particularly with that.
This morning, I did not want to run - was not planning on it, in fact, but Psycho texted me and suggested something a bit different - a run finishing with a sprint up a long staircase. I was tired when I got out of bed and hoping to receive a text from Psycho saying he'd had a rough night, and wouldn't come, then I could go back to bed ;-) but in the event he did not! He said he had felt the same (believe that we both felt it good to commit the night before because then we could not let the other person down - a neat trick), and we ran quite quickly about 4km before stumbling upon a stair case. We sprinted up (I use the term in the loosest possible sense) and then jogged back down - round a block to come down the road. Repeat 4x until legs are crying out in pain, and then sprint back home again.
Just over 7.5km in total, but I finished the run in a completely different frame of mind to that which I started - I had spent a bit of time with a mate, trained hard if short, and it was different and therefore not boring. Jack liked it too. Although not as much as yesterdays slow, hilly trail run.