Labor Day Scare

Labor Day weekend brought us a scare. 

At the ER

On Sunday morning, Connor had a hard time waking up and his lips were white. He was with it enough to sit up and indicated that he was hungry and thirsty. He was able to drink and eat, but still wasn’t himself so we headed off to urgent care. They did a number of tests there include taking his blood sugar which came back at 350. It shouldn’t have been over 180. 

Even thought Connor was much more himself about half way through our time there, they sent us to a nearby pediatric ER The ER drew blood and took a urine sample.  The blood draw is often a bit more accurate for sugars than a finger prick. This time the number was 474. 

As Connor sat on the bed, happily watching Thomas the Tank Engine, the ER doc shared the results with me and said Connor most likely had diabetes.  They were admitting him and a specialist would be up to visit us soon to go through all the protocols that would now be a part of our life.  I broke down in tears and she left the room.  I just couldn’t imagine adding one more hard thing to our life. Connor reached for me when he saw me crying. I love this little boy so much and hate all the crap he has to go through. I hated the idea of having to prick his little finger six or more times a day and then injecting medicine into him just so his body would do what it was supposed to know how to do.

Getting settled in the hospital room

After several minutes of my brain swirling out of control, the doctor came back with a puzzled look on her face. She said more bloodwork came back and his hemoglobin (A1C) was completely normal. Usually that is the defining mark of diabetes and without elevated levels there it was very unlikely he had the disease.  Relief rushed through my body. This meant, however, that they didn’t know what was causing Connor’s dangerously high blood sugar levels. We were admitted to the hospital and eagerly waited for the doctor to come and share more. This new pediatric doctor was also a little puzzled, but said that she had seen a few times before in her career when a cold virus (like the one Connor had been battling for 10 days) could cause high blood sugar levels. They wanted to keep Connor for 24 hours for monitoring and more tests.

Loving the entertainment

The next few hours included book reading, Disney Jr watching, finger pricks, Sissy performing dance numbers, taking vitals and eating pancakes. Brent and Clara headed home and Connor and I settled in for the night.  He was such a trooper.  Every two hours, the nurse would come in for one test or another.  Several times during the night, the IV alarm would go off because Connor would have tossed and turned enough to kink the tube. It was a hard night.

In the morning, his blood sugar was low (50) and so we got food into him as quickly as possible. The doctor came later that morning and while they were still stumped over what caused the elevation in blood sugars, they were sending Connor home. We were glad our hospital stay was only for a night. I thought about all the other special needs families we know who spends days, weeks even in hospitals each year. I’m not sure where they find the strength for that kind of life. One night was more than enough for us.

Smiling because he gets to go home and
showing his bandaid

We followed up with a pediatric endocrinologist after the hospital stay and he basically said the same thing – didn’t seem like diabetes, hopefully it was just the virus. Once Connor gets over his cold, probably in early October, we have to go in for a three hour glucose test and that will give him a fuller picture of the issues at hand.

Specific prayer or good vibes requests for the glucose test to show nothing alarming.