So yesterday, we were in the ER with our non-D child (Abby - 2 years old - she has pneumonia and was released). So, the pneumonia is frustrating since it's the second time since Thanksgiving and next step is to see a ped. pulmonologist. Spent sleepless night giving her nebulizer treatments/motrin, etc., oh, and checking Andy's BS in there somewhere - for once, it wasn't him keeping us up all night). Took me by suprise but the first thing they did at the ER (before chest x-ray) was check her blood sugar. Doc says he diagnosed T1 a few weeks ago in ER and only symptom was difficulty breathing. Hadn't heard that one before so worth passing along. I have to say, even though I"d checked her BS about a month ago [I do that periodically with both my non-D kids] and it was normal, for about 15 minutes while we waited for them to bring in the meter, i was SCARED! Thankfully, BS was 91. Also, the boy in the ER across the hall from us [looked about 6/7 years old] was diagnosed with Type 1 as I was sitting there waiting for the Dr. to come see Abby. I couldn't believe they told the dad and kid the way they did - no privacy or anything but fortunately he was not DKA, but BS was 500 [I wasn't trying to hear, but couldn't help but overhear - all doors and curtains were open]. It made me so sad for them, just thinking back to Andy being diagnosed. I did meet the dad before we left to tell him about Andy and that it T1 managable, though frustrating. Made me want to cry for them as their lives just changed in that instant and I was a witness to it. I wish I could have done more for them. Makes me wonder how often that scene is played out over and over in hospitals everywhere .... too often.