Our summer

I have mixed feelings about this summer. On one hand, it flew by too fast. I didn't get a chance to do, see, and/or visit all the things/places I wanted to with the kids. On the other hand, it was the longest summer in my adult life, having to adjust to a totally new rhythm of dealing with a child with type I diabetes, who is an infant on top of it. David, my youngest, was diagnosed with diabetes on June 18th, 2008. I noticed that he started to drink a lot of water and urinate, but we attributed it to the hot weather (the temperature was about 104 for 4 days!). When it continued, the bells started ringing in my head that something was wrong. My mother-in-law kept telling us that David also lost weight, but we didn't see it. He just didn't gain any since his 12-months check-up, and was still the same 20 lbs. Now, when I look back at the photos, I can see how thin his face and body were, how his cheeks were non-existant anymore. It makes me very sad! Also, I started to have anxiety thoughts that go something like this,"What if David's sugar fell very low at night and caused him to slip into coma, and I didn't hear anything?" or "Please, G-d, let me find David alive!" My heart always skips a bit when I enter his room to wake him up.