By Erin Schovel Turnham
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Wild & Free : Part 1 of 7
I’m trying not to hyperventilate. Tomorrow we drop Grasshopper off at a week long summer camp for the first time away from both of us. Ever. He was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 21 months old and is now 7. Aside from when I was in the hospital giving birth to Sunshine I have never been away from him overnight. Even then I was watching his blood sugar via Dexcom Share in between contractions. Well, there was that time I played mud volleyball 4 hours away… but Grasshopper was with Mr. Mister then.
It’s just a part of me now to manage his blood sugar as his substitute pancreas. He’s never even spent the night with grandparents. We love them, we trust them, we know they can do it, but it’s just never even come up. We have had babysitters, nights out, date nights, but one of us, me or Mr. Mister has always been with him to manage T1D overnight.
It hit me hard last night at 1 A.M. when I was checking his blood sugar. Someone else will be doing night checks this week. It took my breath away.
Intellectually I KNOW he will be alright. His endocrinology team from Children’s Hospital of Alabama will be there. Pharmacists, nurses, therapists, diabetes educators from Children’s will be there. Camp Seale Harris is celebrating its 70th anniversary this year. They know what they are doing. He will be fine and he is going to have the time of his life. Me?? Emotionally I’m a mess.
I also know this is the right thing for him, me, for our whole family. I want him to have this experience and I am incredibly grateful for our family and friends who have donated to make this week possible. He needs this. And so do we, as parents. But it still isn’t easy letting go, even when I know it is the next right thing to do. So I’m just going to take some deep breaths and keep writing notes for him to open up at camp. The bags are packed. We are ready to go.