Hope Through the Smallest Progress

I cried in the doctors office. Okay...I cry a lot. Happy tears. Sad tears. Angry tears. Frustrating tears.

These were happy tears...in a doctor's office at that! We have brought the A1c down. 

Being the parent of a Type 1 Diabetic, we often feel we are on trial.  We hold our breaths until the nurse walks in with the one number. The number that decides how well we've controlled the Diabetes. Basically how "good of a parent" am I. Now, there is no guarantee that if we do everything right her A1c will be perfect. Type 1 Diabetes is an Auto-Immune disease, there are factors way beyond our control. 

As parents of a child who's life depends each day on insulin there is a responsibility which weighs heavy on our hearts. Each one of us has spent nights by our kids beds. Set alarms every 2 hours. Rushed to the hospital in fear. 

And we are all gaged by the A1c. Our daughter has lived with Type 1 for 10 years and until this day her A1c has been in the danger zone. We are still not at a healthy number but it is progress. 

Progress, even the smallest, gives us hope. We hope for less highs and lows, a little bit of normal for our kids.  A little encouragement to keep them going...happy tears to balance out the frustration tears.