One year ago today, I took Caleb to the ER for what I thought was just dehydration from having influenza. As you all know, that turned out to be from Type 1 diabetes. Looking back at that day, I never thought I'd become used to this new normal. I was so frightened and mad and sad. Why did this have to happen to my wonderful little boy? Will I be able to care for him? Will I hurt him? Can I keep him alive? In those first few days, I never dreamed it how quickly all of this would become routine. "Wash your hands, check your bg, let's measure your food, get ready for your insulin shot." I never thought all the ratios and formulas and numbers would stick in my head. I didn't think I'd know what to do in an emergency, or if I would even know when to use Glucagon. I never thought that I'd be able to give my son 4 shots a day and poke his finger 6-10 times every single day. I remember thinking to myself, "How can I stick a needle in my baby?" I never dreamed how easy it would be to do something so necessary to keep my son alive. I didn't think it would become effortless (for the most part), something I could do without thinking. It's become such a huge part of our lives that even though sometimes I pretend that Caleb doesn't have D, I can never pretend for very long. I know that the days leading up to his dx and the first couple of weeks immediately afterwards will never leave me. They will haunt me forever. In hindsight I cannot believe that I had myself convinced that nothing major was wrong. I cannot believe that I thought he was faking a lot of his illness so he didn't have to go to school. I hate myself for not believing him when he needed me the most. But thankfully we caught it in time and I still have my wonderful, loving, sometimes sassy little boy here with me, where he belongs. I want to thank those of you who helped me when I first found this website and couldn't think straight. Thank you for all of your support, encouragement, hugs, and just being willing to say, "I understand" and know exactly what I mean without having to explain myself. As parents of CWDs, we are definately a family and in this together. So again, thank you all for everything. And here's to many more healthy years for all of our brave, wonderful CWD's.