Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I had to hold our oldest daughter down while she literally screamed and cried, and writhed her body in protest so that my wife could insert a needle into her tummy. A bigger, fatter, longer needer than we're used to using, big enough to carry an IV inter her stomach so that a pump can constantly drip insulin into her body. Obviously, we didn't jump to this technique first try, but it seemed our only choice after spending time trying to convince her to submit to this willingly.
Today, we talked to another family with a new diabetic and they had a similar experience, except they needed another nurse to come in to help pin their son down for it.
We think the pump is going to make things a lot nicer for us and for our daughter. But it still kind of sticks that she has to have this not too tiny electronic device hanging off of her 24/7, and some plastic tubing permanently embedded into her flesh.
Yep, diabetes, it ain't no good.
(Title of this post stolen very directly from this song - substituting our long term chronic illness for "people")...