Angels of Hope for Braydon
Posted on November 07 2014
On Saturday morning September 14th 2013 our lives changed forever. Braydon was taken to Urgent care to see he’s pediatrician. When we arrived and Dr. Andrews saw Braydon he knew something was wrong. He did a few blood tests and the GM monitor would not register his number. He then used another monitor and still would not register a number. He sat down in front of me and said. I hope I’m wrong but I think he is Diabetic. When monitor reads high means number is over 500. I had no idea what that meant or what normal numbers should be. He said he called for an Ambulance and I was in shock and I had to hold back the tears so Braydon wouldn’t be scared. The ambulance came, there were 3 medics. They stared to run an IV. They put him in a car seat attached to a stretcher and transported him to the ambulance. We were taken to ACMC, in Atlantic City. We were in emergency ICU for several hours. My best friend Lisa happened to be one of the nurses that night. After running several tests, it was confirmed my little baby had Type 1. Dr. Chikezie came into the room to tell me that he called a medi-vac helicopter and he was being flown to AEI DuPont where he would be admitted for care. Neither Stephen nor I was allowed to go with Braydon on the helicopter. What a scary night! Stephen and I drove as fast as we could there, to meet Braydon and to see what was being done. He was in Pediatric ICU for two days, where he was given IV insulin that his pancreas couldn’t provide. He had two IV’s, heart monitor, and pulse oc. After two long days and nights, we were transferred to 3rd floor to a Pedi regular room. Where we remained for several more days, where we had a crash course of how to care and manage our son for he’s new diagnosis Type 1 Diabetes. We meet several doctors, dietician, endocrine, physiologist, diabetic educators. We then were release from the hospital and able to go home. We had a lot to learn and reading to do. Braydon has been a trooper through all of this; he amazes me more and more every day.
Our struggles are real, the worry is always looming. My son is so brave, yet if you just looked at him you would never know they had such a story to tell. T1D’s looks like everyone else, and with hard work and diligence and the right medical care they can achieve anything. We will make sure our son know that, but that doesn’t change how much we need a cure. People don’t see the need; don’t see T1D when they look at children and those who live with this every day. They just see them picking up and moving forward and incorrectly conclude that T1D can’t be that serious. What they see is only half the story - They don’t see the worry, the needles, the blood, the ER trips and the sleepless nights watching him sleep , testing sugar in the middle of the night, nursing schedules, worries when he is at school or out of my sight. Since our little ones are unable to care for themselves or tell us how there feeling. We have to keep telling our stories the GOOD and the BAD. I’m fighting for a cure, for my son and all the little people that so need it! Educating others and advocating does NOT make us weak it makes us STRONG! This Mommy will fight the fight no matter what comes down the road, big or small. This benefit will raise money for the cost of travel for a Diabetic Service Dog and medical expenses that Braydon and his family will have to endure throughout his lifetime. So