It was a beautiful Saturday in June 2010. The 5th to be exact. We had been enjoying a relaxing day and during Bug's nap, Bean was getting ready for a birthday party.
It had been an interesting week.
Ubergeek and I had escaped together for Memorial Day Weekend, leaving Bean (6 and almost a half) and Bug (two) with his parents for their first overnight together. We returned Monday evening to two worn out Grandparents and two girls who were happy to see us, but didn't want Grandma and Grandpa to leave!
Tuesday brought a dentist appointment for Bean. They had her step on the scale; odd I thought for the dentist, but whatever. She was down 4 pounds...more than 10% of her weight. Yes, she's on the petite end of the gene pool; always hanging out between the 5th and 10th percentile since birth. Ubergeek had commented a week or so ago that he thought she was looking thin, but I dismissed it with the 'she must have spurted up before chunking up like she usually does.'
The rest of the week brought endless water bottle fill ups ~ something both Bean and I were kinda proud of since drinking water had been something she had been struggling with at Kindergarten and something she needs to be doing because of a bladder condition. She was going through about 80 ounces a day.
It also brought endless hunger. It was like she was a teenage boy in football training. She had breakfast, she was still hungry. She had a snack, she was still hungry. She had lunch, she was still hungry. She had a snack, she was still hungry. She had another snack, she was still hungry. Get the picture?
And then there were the constant trips to the bathroom. Not totally out of the ordinary since Bean is a 'frequent goer' because of her bladder condition, but it was over the top even for her. And with that, the overflowing pull-ups at night creating the need for washing sheets everyday. By Saturday, that was getting old!
Back to Saturday...Bug was napping, Bean was 'party prepping' and I was venting to Ubergeek about the sheets washing and eating and drinking. He put that together with the weight loss and said, "that's classic diabetes." Now, before you go assuming he's a doctor, he's not...but he likes to say that he plays one as a dad. He's a recovering germ-a-phobe and thus is one of those people who knows way too much about medical stuff. He suggested, well kinda insisted, that we have Bean pee on a strip...back to that bladder condition! The strips are primarily to detect an infection, but they also just happen to have a square to detect glucose.
So, off to the bathroom to pee in a cup; something Bean actually enjoys doing, so it wasn't a big deal. We waited the designated time and holy cow! Urine glucose levels were showing in the 600-1000 range. Not Good! Next, we decide to test her blood glucose level with Ubergeek's meter. No, he doesn't have diabetes, but type 2 runs in his family, so he has a meter just in case...trust me, it's not that odd if you know him! :)
So, finger poke (ouch!), blood on the strip, and wait.....570. Not Good! Not good at all and now we're in 'what the hell are we supposed to do now' mode.
I call Bean's pediatrician's office...thankfully they have hours on Saturdays and it actually during those hours when we called! I had to leave a message for the nurse. Not what I wanted to do, but they are pretty good about quick call backs, so I did it.
Five minutes pass.
Ten minutes pass.
Ubergeek is starting to move into 'freak out' mode while I'm still relatively calm for some odd reason....it's usually the other way around. He insists I call Bean's urologist. I, of course, get the answering service. After explaining what was going on, she said she would have our doctor call us. He did in about two minutes. He told us that we needed to get Bean to the hospital as things could take a turn for the worse quickly with a situation like ours. He also said that he would call our ped's office and have them call us immediately.
I was off the phone with him for maybe a minute when the ped's office called. Their advice was the same: get to the hospital quickly and it might be a good idea to pack an overnight bag because we'd most likely be admitted.
So, instead of 'party prepping' we started 'hospital prepping.' Not Fun! I packed Bean's bag while Ubergeek called his parents to let them know they would be hosting Bug for the day, night, and not sure how long. Thank goodness the previous weekend had gone well!! :) I didn't, however even think about packing a bag for Ubergeek and me...shows you how clearly I was thinking!
In the car and off we went.....