If only I could have turned my anxiety off. This time, however, not about my own health. But about Malka’s.
At pick up today, one of her teachers, G, said that we really should have Malka checked for Diabetes. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. G said that Malka is constantly drinking, and that if she isn’t allowed her water? She complains a GREAT deal. G also said that Malka pees a lot. And that she’s lost a lot of weight. Granted, this we knew. But you know, we figured the water consumption was summer related, and the weight loss? Well, you know, she’s a toddler, and she’s losing her baby chub!
So of course, while walking to the subway, I’m googling “signs of diabetes in toddlers,” while calling Narda, and then calling her doctor to get an appointment for Monday. Sadly, many of the “symptoms” for Type 1 diabetes in children match. The excessive thirst, peeing, and weight loss. So, of course, I’m freaking out. I get a hold of her doctor, and ask for an appt. on Monday. When asked what’s wrong, I mention some “bug bites gone wild” on her legs that I just want checked out, and oh yeah, herpreschoolteacherthinksshehasdiabetes. So we’re off to see the doctor tomorrow at 9:45am for a blood draw. Send prayers, ok?
I immediately e-mailed Art Sweet as soon as we got home, and we just spent almost 90 minutes on the phone, wherein I traveled from: “OMG, what if my kid has diabetes?!” to “OK, we can do this, we can.”
I’m still fucking scared, however. But a little less anxious.