Looking back it seems blurry. I'm not really sure I remember how it all started but I will share what I can. The one thing I do know is as mother you know when something just isn't write. You get this feeling that you just can't explain. I know that feeling all to well.
In the days and weeks leading up to diagnosis I had that feeling almost every day. I just couldn't shake it. Quincy always had her health problems. It started when she was first born and continues to this day. She was diagnosied early on with allergies and eczema. She didn't take to nursing at all. Formula made her vomiting uncontrollable. There were countless nights that I couldn't go to bed until I cleaned up vomit from the walls, her bedding, and giving her a second bath to get it out of her hair. Not to mention all the time it took to put her lotions and cream on a second time so she wouldn't itch her skin raw. And as you could imagine the stress it put on Matt and mines relationship.
There were countless trips to the AFB Doctors, to the Doctors in town, and to the Hospital. It was in these beginning trips to the Doctors we meet Dr Udekwe and he has become a staple in our life. He was one of the first Doctors to actually take the time to listen to me and actually hear what I was saying. We had seen Dr U several times for ear infections, allergic reactions, eczema out breaks, and the all to familiar trips for pneumonia. He was so good with us. I trusted him. That's why I would
only see him.
Then came a day that Quincy just wasn't right. My first thought was the flu. So I did everything I could for her at home. It was a Saturday I think. Maybe could have been a Sunday. I do know it was the weekend because we had to see the on call Doctor. I wasn't happy about it but she needed to be seen. I wasn't to impressed with the on call doctor. I knew her from the pharmacy. But it was all we could do on the weekend. So the appointment was less than statisfying. All reasons I disliked that Doctor seemed to be reinforced. How do you let a 3 year old little girl who hasn't eatin in days, been vomiting, dehydrated but had been drinking at least a gallon of water a day, lost at least 5 pounds, just walk out of the office. Tell the parents to go home keep giving her fluids and give her a enema for constipation. Well I did exactly what she said. By the way giving a 3 year old a enma truly sucks!
As the week went on she seemed to be improving a bit. I even took her in to have her pictures professional taken. She was still drinking a lot and still vomitting. But she had been vomitting since birth. That was nothing new. She had learned to vomit in a bowl, the one we kept beside her bed, then take it and flush it. She would then bring me the bowl to wash. Did I think she was gettin better yes. Did I still have that nagging mom feeling yes!
We were approaching December. It was supposed to be a happy fun time. We were coming into the Christmas season. My boss and good friend was going to be having her second little boy any time. Quincy still wasn't right. Then one night she wet the bed. What in the world. She as been potty trained for months with no accidents. Maybe it was just a one time thing? Well it happened a second night. Ok, she has been drinking a lot. It must just have been to much before bed. I even went out and bought pull ups again. Then I started to notice that the cloths she had been wearing were getting baggy on her. She wasn't getting any taller. What is going on. I decided we had delt with this enough it was time to go back in and this time I wasn't seeing anyone other than Dr U.
I don't remember if it was the night before the appointment or a few days before Matt and I having a conversation. That was the first time the "D" word ever came up. I remember him saying she could have Diabetes. What? Diabetes? No way. She's too little for that! That doesn't run in either one of our families! He said what about Obie? Ok so one person out of everyone? No, not Quincy. It can't be. Matt's crazy.
Then came the appointment. December 9th 2009. The day our Family changed forever.
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