Most of you who read our blog know that I was diagnosed with late-onset Type 1 Diabetes almost five years ago. While pregnant with Ryan I had to give myself insulin shots 4+ times a day. I used to be terrified of needles but life is funny like that, when you have no choice, you just do it. Fortunately, now I have an insulin pump which has made it so I only have to place an infusion set every three days. The pump gives you insulin continually throughout the day and night. Well, the other night my pump started buzzing and beeping around 2:00 a.m. letting me know that there was no delivery of insulin. I was so out of it that I simply took off my pump and put it in the kitchen so I could go back to sleep. I woke up the next morning not feeling the greatest. When I went into the kitchen I saw my pump sitting on the counter. I remembered that I had taken it off a few hours earlier and realized that was probably why I didn't feel very good. I got my pump back in order (or so I thought), got breakfast for me and the kids. I continued to feel sick so I gave myself some more insulin. I went to the couch to lie down. Time went on and my blood sugar wasn't getting lower and I started throwing up. I finally pulled out the infusion set and saw that there was a kink in the canula. (This happened twice!) I had not been getting any insulin all morning. I felt so sick. I was nauseated and my body ached in a way that it only does when my sugar is high. As I was lying on the couch my sweet Ryan brought me a tall glass of water. Ryan is such a sweet boy, (though he prefers to be referred to as "rock 'n roll" not sweet) and frequently does very thoughtful things, but this was the first time he had ever brought me a glass of water. You may think, "What's the big deal? It's just water." You see, Eric had told me multiple times that when my sugar gets high it's as equally important to get fluid into my body as insulin. I wasn't thinking straight and hadn't been drinking water like I should. Somehow Ryan knew I needed water. So I drank the water, threw it up and he brought me more... and continued to bring it for a couple more hours without me ever asking him to do so. He was my "Dr. Ryan". My sugar level eventually returned to normal, and I don't think he thought anything about what he had done for me. I feel so blessed and humbled to be able to spend time with and raise these children who are so Christlike and close to the Spirit of God. They are truly amazing in so many ways!