Michaela

For those of you who don't know, Michaela was taken to the ER early Monday morning because she had been sick and suddenly started to get a lot worse. What we discovered is that she now has type one diabetes and that she was suffering from an extremely high blood sugar level. A standard glucometer will show a count as high as 900 and the normal level is between 70 and 120. Michaela had to have blood drawn to find out where her level was because it was somewhere in the 900+ range. She was moved to a larger, better equipped hospital within hours and put into the intensive care unit.

Since then, they have gotten her blood sugar to a reasonably safe level and are trying to get it stabilized. When I left her last night, it was 90. This morning it was 278 (down from over 300). This evening they did move her out of the ICU but will be keeping her in the hospital for some time as they continue to work to get things under control. Pray for her as the doctors try to get it under control and as she adjusts to this new slightly prickly life. She already knows she doesn't like all of the poking but she takes it like a trooper. She doesn't whimper or whine. She will tell you she doesn't like it but she doesn't shy away from it.

The Army has earned a new level of respect from me as I was out of town at the time and the Army had me home the same day when all of this happened. Thank God for that as otherwise things would have been really difficult so far from family.

Our church family also is helping a lot, watching Josiah when we both have to be at the hospital for instruction on what we need to do and constantly praying for us. Our friends and family back home have also showed us overwhelming support in this trying time and I know that many people are praying for us. We thank you for the prayers, the calls, and for the balloons and stuffed kitty for Michaela. We feel the love and support and are very grateful.

I've already made corrections on this three times now, so if I messed anything else up bear with me. I'm trying. Just ask Heather. She will tell you that I am always trying (or, if she is feeling particularly nice she will only tell you that I can be trying at times).