A couple of other D'moms (Diapeepees and My Sweetest Boy) have shared today about how younger siblings are affected by D, so I thought I'd share a little bit, too....(look at me, linking to other blogs!!)
Bug (2 and a bit more than a half years old at the moment) is four and a half years younger than Bean, to the day. They share birthdays/half-birthdays. Kinda cool I think and they do, too. Bug is your typical little sister...wants to do everything her big sister is doing whether it's appropriate or not.
Brushing her hair ~ Super, one less thing for me to do.
Writing with pencils ~ OK, fine; just don't go running around the house with it.
Cutting with scissors ~ Yikes! but she's actually pretty good with them, so every once in a while I let her.
D stuff ~ Um, no thanks! One T1 is plenty at the moment.
I'll share a few little stories that still bring a smile to my face, so hopefully they will for you, too:
About a week after Bean was dx, we ventured out to our normal Tuesday at the park with friends. I hadn't told any of them yet and was planning to that day but that didn't happen. So, we waited until we were in the car to test. Bean was ready for something to eat and since we were going to be eating lunch as soon as we got home I decided to let her have something to eat right then and go ahead and add it in to her lunch shot. She was doing 'leg for lunch' so she hiked up her pants for her shot. One, two, three, inject; one, two, three, four, five, pull out needle. Bean started eating and I was packing everything away when I hear, "Mama, mine turn now?" and look over to see that Bug had her pant leg all rolled up waiting for her shot! She wasn't quite 2 yet! I told her no, that she didn't need a shot but she could have a snack. She was visibly disappointed, but said, "OK, just a snack."
Bug has also turned just about everything in the play doctor's kit into something D related. The shot is obvious. She would put it up to her arm, count one, two, three and push the plunger then count one, two, three, four, five and pull it away. The thermometer is also a shot, but it was always used in the leg like Bean's insulin pen. It also pulled dual duty as a lancing device for BG tests.
Bug turns just about every bag and purse (and there are tons of them around this house!) into a 'kit' which is what we call Bean's diabetes supply bag. She'll even get mortally offended some days if you dare call her little backpack a diaper bag. "No, Mama, that's my KIT!"
The most recent was this past Saturday. We went by the coffee stand (skinny, decaf, 3pump vanilla latte, please!) on our way to the morning's activities and that means a cookie for Bug and she knows it very well. It was a tradition started with Bean, though she doesn't get them often now because of school more than because of D since our coffee stand stops are usually when Bean's not with us. Granted, when Bean is with us, I let her have a little piece, too and cover accordingly. So, anyway...we are waiting for our yummy goodness to be handed through the window and Bug shouts from the backseat "I LOVE GRAMS!" What?!?! Ubergeek and I look at each other trying to figure out if we heard her right. We both ask, "you love what?" "GRAMS! I LOVE GRAMS!" Then it dawns on me....every time Bean eats, she asks me "how many grams" so she can plug it into her PDM so she can bolus. So I ask Bug if this is what she means and in her best two and a half year old 'wow, mom you are so slow' voice she replies, "Yes, I LOVE GRAMS, like Bean (uses her real name, of course) gets to eat!"
Gotta love it!!