No one had confirmed it. A doctor hadn't declared it. I just knew.
In my heart...I knew.
We were on vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia. Spice was with us, and we were fitting in one last hoorah before her flight home the following week.
I had been noticing symptoms of type 1 diabetes intermittently for several weeks. But, on this day -- Wednesday, July 20, 2005 -- something was different.
As had been the case most of our trip, she didn't seem to be feeling well, so I sent Jay and Spice out for the day while I stayed in with her. By noon, she had saturated through every outfit I had packed for her, and I was doing laundry.
That evening, Jay and Spice returned home, and we went to Busch Gardens to find dinner and catch some evening shows. I put a fresh diaper on her just before walking out the door.
Less than an hour later, she was seated in my lap while we ate dinner and discussed the shows we wanted to see. That's when I felt warm water all over my lap, dripping down my leg. I had packed another outfit, but it was soaked soon enough. Eventually, we had to go to the store to buy something else for her to wear. That outfit ended up drenched as well.
During the car ride home, I turned to Jay and told him that I believed she had diabetes. It was the first time I muttered those words out loud.
Earlier today, I was tackling the last corner of a closet that I've been cleaning out. That's when I ran across these pictures....
We didn't have a digital camera, and I didn't take very many on our vacation with the disposable we had brought along. She just didn't feel well, and wasn't smiling much.
I was worried.
In my heart, I just knew.