My sweet little boy, only 2 years old, was diagnosed on Monday. We are home from the hospital now and trying to adjust. I am a wreck. I cry every time I am alone. My son is scared of my touch - if I even graze his hand, he pulls away and says "mommy no poke!" It breaks my heart every single time. I keep my emotions in check when he is near me. I smile and try to encourage him, hug him, play with him. But as soon as he falls asleep, I fall apart. I don't sleep - I'm terrified all the time. I worry that he will go too low at night, even though we test him while he's sleeping. I worry that he will grab food when I'm not looking, and eat before he has his insulin. I hate everything about this. I'm just devastated and don't know how to snap out of it.