The story of this shop begins when I was 4 and my 10yo sister was diagnosed with T1D. Growing up, we always supported each other. I remember packing her low snacks for school and reminding her to keep candy, juice, and granola bars in her car. I thought I understood this condition so well and I tried my best to keep learning more. I knew the basics (insulin when high, carbs when low) and I knew ho
w to act in case of an emergency. I knew the urgency of this condition, the fight it took, and the burden it brought. But, I wouldn't fully understand it until I was the one managing it. In April 2022, my 3yo began showing symptoms of T1D. I took a couple of days to monitor and I will never forget the night I confirmed it for myself. As she snuggled me and fell asleep, I leaned over to smell her breath, terrified of what I knew I was about to smell. And just like that, my suspicion was confirmed. The same fruity breath my sister had as a child. I will never forget that moment. The pit of my stomach sank and I held her and cried. I left the room and called the pediatrician's after-hours line. At the doctor's office, I asked them to check her urine and explained my fear. While waiting for the results, she told me she was so hungry. I looked over and saw her clutching the nearly empty water bottle she had not let go of in the last several days. I reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a yogurt pouch. I handed it to her, thinking to myself that this would be the last thing I ever fed her without thinking about the carb ratios, the insulin, her blood sugar. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. The doctor walked back in and told me there were high levels of sugar in her urine and ketones. They checked her finger but her blood sugar could not be read on their meter as it was too high. He told me her hospital bed was being prepared and to pack a bag that would last us because we were looking at a few night stay. It all felt surreal. We struggled. A lot. Then it slowly got better and better. We learned, we grew, we cried, we fought. We fell, we got back up, we had no choice. I needed ways to support her, and these tattoos were one of several ways I found that helped. She began looking forward to choosing her pump tattoo (and even asks to change her pump early to pick a new one!) and my sister fell in love with them as well. It makes something so heavy feel a little bit lighter for both of them. I knew I wanted to share this with every other person who carried this burden. Sometimes the little things can help the heavy things so much. It's my mission for Our Diabetes Hive to fill this community with as many silver linings as possible. For my daughter, for my sister, and every other warrior fighting this nearly invisible disease- You are not alone and we are so happy to have you as part of Our Diabetes Hive. I hope we can add a silver lining for you and make this load a little less heavy.