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Category : Type 1 Diabetes

Hypoglycemic Seizure

It happened at 4am on August 13, 2007. I went to bed late that night, at 3:30am because my husband and I were up late watching lectures for school. I then stayed up even later, drafting a letter of support for the JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes (my daughter, Skylar, was diagnosed Sept. 18, 2006, at 2 ½ years of age). So I was still drifting off to sleep when I heard her… She started blubbering like “blblblblbl” then screamed. At first I thought it was a nightmare but I decided to check on her. When i saw her lying there in bed with her legs shaking. She was non respondent. She wouldn’t talk or open her eyes. I picked her limp body up in my arms and yelled to awaken my husband for help. I remember saying “God Help Us, Oh Jesus” over and over again. My husband and I were both running around the house searching for the Glucagon (an emergency shot of glucose (fast acting sugar) that you give a diabetic when they are having a seizure and cannot open their mouth to take sugar orally). We finally found the Glucagon but then we couldn’t figure out how to use it because we’d never had to use it before. I called 911. My husband kept saying “Skylar” over and over as we sat there helpless and frantic watching our daughter lie limp and non respondent. I recall my husband yelling “Lord Jesus” at one point and Skylar stood up, opened her eyes and started walking around. Shortly after that my husband figured out the glucagon and was able to administer the shot. Just after that the police arrived. A fire truck and ambulance came too. Skylar doesn’t remember anything from the event. She slept all of the next morning into the afternoon. I’ve heard this is common after a seizure. When I asked her the next day if she remembered anything, she said “I remember getting sick.” I was afraid to close my eyes for several nights after that happening. I would often end up in her room on my knees reading Scripture and praying for healing in the wee hours of the morning. Dear God have mercy. Please help doctors find a cure.

Praying for a Cure

My oldest child, Skylar, was diagnosed with Type 1 (Juvenile) diabetes on September 18, 2006 at 2 1/2 years of age. She is now 6 ½ years old, and will be insulin-dependent until a cure is found.

In a year’s time she undergoes approximately 1,800 fingerpricks and 1,500 insulin injections. All her food must be “counted” and watched closely to ensure she doesn’t go into a hypo or hyperglycemic reaction such as seizure or coma. She had her first (and hopefully last) seizure at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 14, 2007. Praise God, doctors and organizations like the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF) and the American Diabetes Association (ADA), we had the necessary supplies on hand for a full recovery from this potentially deadly event. She is such a strong little girl and through all the pricks and pokes she continues to smile, laugh and love like no other. 

I often hear Skylar pray “God, please take my diabetes away.” Her childlike faith gives our family such encouragement. She is so special, so innocent, and so sweet. It breaks my heart that she has to endure this dreadful disease. The reality of Diabetes can be heart and kidney disease, blindness, amputation, and early death. Doctors are getting closer to a cure, but they haven’t found it yet. I am hopeful that Skylar will one day be able to say, “I used to have Diabetes”.