It didn't take me too long as a T1D mom that I realized my sleep would be interrupted. Forever. Or until my son grows up and is like 40 years old. And that's okay, it's part of the package. There is a lot of support and other wonderful parents who go through the exact same thing. We can cry on each others shoulders and laugh as we make cheesy jokes about coffee iv's and other things.
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