Emma Is My Hero

It has been two days since we have learned that Emma has a serious disease that impairs the bodies ability to use food properly. We have been forced to understand our bodies in a way most people will never have to. Who the heck needed to know what the pancreas does. Or who needed to know for that matter. But the answer to this is us. Emmas pancreas does not produce the insulin needed to break down the glucose in her food to converted it to energy. Without insulin to turn glucose into energy the glucose piles up in the bloodstream and spills into the urine.
Now our mission is to treat this disease by monitoring her glucose levels in her blood. Counting her carbohydrate intake and manually balancing it with insulin. This type treatment will keep blood sugar levels normal to avoid complications.
At first we were convinced this was a mistake. A miss diagnosis. Or even a temporary illness. But these feelings quickly dissipated when we were told to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
Emma was admitted to the children's Hospital that nite (Friday September 29.).
This was easily the most intense overwhelming and shocking thing I have ever had to experience. After we knew she was safe, oddly enough it felt like we were grieving a loss. It had felt like we lost our little girl. All we wanted was our Emma back. Sometimes our emotions will overtake our logic and make us look selfish to the circumstance.

Denise has been taking Emma to and from doctors for the previous two days before Friday. And I have absolutely no idea how she kept it together. She single handedly saved our little girl from any complications, long term implications, and even death because of her impeccable judgment and commitment to her health.

On the scale to which Emma has been tested, moved around, poked, and prodded would have set anyone off. But not her. She only cried when she had to. She never ever fussed or got cranky. She listened to us as if her life depended on it. She played she laughed ran and climbed when ever she had the chance to.

That little girl deep down knows everything is going to be alright. She was my strength through all of this. My little trooper I love her so much.
At first I wanted to be Emmas hero but now it is clear that she is mine.